Okay, so this posting everyday for a month idea hasn't worked out quite as I had planned...ah, well, I did post alot this month, didn't I? :P
Random facts, as this must be a hurried post and I really don't want to think up a better post:
--I need nail polish remover...I want to re-paint my nails but can't with my previous polish still on my fingers. Darn bottle, where are you hiding??
--I don't like Miley Cyrus. She's out to try to rule the world. Yeah. Girl with an ego who cannot sing...don't get me started on Hannah Montana. :P
--The Jonas Brothers are just as bad, if not worse, than Hannah Montana.
--What happened to good-acting, clean-living teen actors? Wait...have there ever been any? Hm.
--I LOVE playing "Nuvole Bianche" on the piano.
--I am craving pineapples. Yup.
--My room is a disaster area. Yikes. Maybe if I don't think about it, it'll magically disappear! Yeeeeeeeeah.
--I hate toy accordions and toy recorders. Yup.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
NaBloPoMo Post #24.
I don't like: missing my friends.
I like: getting alot done on my story.
I don't like: having no one to share it with.
I like: having the weekends off.
I don't like: having to work extra.
I like: sugar.
I don't like: how much sugar I eat.
I like: bright, deep colors.
I don't like: loud, angry colors.
I like: sunny days.
I don't like: rainy days.
I like: yellow.
I don't like: orange.
I like: plenty of sleep.
I don't like: being so overtired.
I like: feeling confident.
I don't like: feeling afraid.
I like: my comfort zone.
I don't like: not wanting to leave my comfort zone.
I like: sewing.
I don't like: teaching all that much.
I like: piano.
I don't like: my laziness in practicing.
I like: sweet romances.
I don't like: awkwardness.
I like: patience and faith.
I don't like: rushing to fast.
I like: being me.
I don't like: being laughed at.
I like: writing.
I don't like: people making fun of my writing.
I like: my characters.
I don't like: my story.
I like: blue.
I don't like: white.
I like: blank.
I don't like: "the end".
The End.
I like: getting alot done on my story.
I don't like: having no one to share it with.
I like: having the weekends off.
I don't like: having to work extra.
I like: sugar.
I don't like: how much sugar I eat.
I like: bright, deep colors.
I don't like: loud, angry colors.
I like: sunny days.
I don't like: rainy days.
I like: yellow.
I don't like: orange.
I like: plenty of sleep.
I don't like: being so overtired.
I like: feeling confident.
I don't like: feeling afraid.
I like: my comfort zone.
I don't like: not wanting to leave my comfort zone.
I like: sewing.
I don't like: teaching all that much.
I like: piano.
I don't like: my laziness in practicing.
I like: sweet romances.
I don't like: awkwardness.
I like: patience and faith.
I don't like: rushing to fast.
I like: being me.
I don't like: being laughed at.
I like: writing.
I don't like: people making fun of my writing.
I like: my characters.
I don't like: my story.
I like: blue.
I don't like: white.
I like: blank.
I don't like: "the end".
The End.
NaBloPoMo Post #23.
Does music ever make you cry? Maybe it's just something strange on my end...but it's music that touches me more than anything else. It makes me cry when nothing else can. And it's not just the sad, blue kind of music...it's the beautiful kind. It's a debate with some people as to which is the best instrument...but there has never been any question with me...it will always be the piano for me. And some people will also debate that classical music is dull and cannot compare with their favorite rock band. But it's classical music that can be the most beautiful. It certainly is more detailed than anything composed today...and yet, so simple sounding. What happened to making a song detailed and beautiful? Why can't more people just stop to listen to the beautiful music? They sure don't know what they're missing.
NaBloPoMo Post #22.
I stole this idea from another blog...
I dare you to write a description of yourself. A description like you'd describe a character in a book. Put them in the comments, and let's see what we get!
She was really twenty. Really. Her face, however, told a different story. It was young-looking with a crooked cat-like smile and small eyes set behind a pair of thin-rimmed glasses. No, she didn't look a day over sixteen...some days not even fourteen or fifteen. It was a curse. And a blessing.
Her hair, that was always mistaken for black instead of the brown it was, looped, curled, and bounced just above her shoulders. Instead of letting it hang naturally, however, she straightened it in attempt to keep it tamed. Her bangs naturally fell in her eyes, so that she was constantly lifting a hand to brush them out.
She wore faded jeans and a purple, blue, and white striped polo...her favorite comfy outfit. She didn't have a natural sense of fashion...she preferred comfort above all else, but she envied her friends who did have that said natural fashion sense. Her feet were bare as she hated the feeling of shoes. There was chipped blue nail polish on both her toes and fingers...a sign that she was too busy (or too lazy) to take care of them properly. The only sign of jewelery about her was the claddagh ring, worn on the right hand with the crown facing in...broadcasting to the world that she was single...and the purple wrist-watch that rarely left her wrist.
She had a way of smiling over any random thought that popped into her head, when she thought no one was looking. Her eyes squinted up, making them even smaller when she smiled, which was often, as she loved to laugh.
She wouldn't be called the bubbly type, though she sometimes could be mistaken for it if you didn't see her in person. Her voice was low and her tone rather sarcastic. She had a "depressed voice". She sighed often, but not for any particular reason. She had the unmistakable Northern accent, growling out her "R's" instead of drawling them.
She was a bit similar to how many Northerners are portrayed: withdrawn. But those closest to her, knew her for who she really was...a talker...outgoing, a jokester...someone who loved to laugh, someone who loved to be herself...who didn't mind being different from other girls...who didn't fight being different, but instead, embraced it.
I dare you to write a description of yourself. A description like you'd describe a character in a book. Put them in the comments, and let's see what we get!
She was really twenty. Really. Her face, however, told a different story. It was young-looking with a crooked cat-like smile and small eyes set behind a pair of thin-rimmed glasses. No, she didn't look a day over sixteen...some days not even fourteen or fifteen. It was a curse. And a blessing.
Her hair, that was always mistaken for black instead of the brown it was, looped, curled, and bounced just above her shoulders. Instead of letting it hang naturally, however, she straightened it in attempt to keep it tamed. Her bangs naturally fell in her eyes, so that she was constantly lifting a hand to brush them out.
She wore faded jeans and a purple, blue, and white striped polo...her favorite comfy outfit. She didn't have a natural sense of fashion...she preferred comfort above all else, but she envied her friends who did have that said natural fashion sense. Her feet were bare as she hated the feeling of shoes. There was chipped blue nail polish on both her toes and fingers...a sign that she was too busy (or too lazy) to take care of them properly. The only sign of jewelery about her was the claddagh ring, worn on the right hand with the crown facing in...broadcasting to the world that she was single...and the purple wrist-watch that rarely left her wrist.
She had a way of smiling over any random thought that popped into her head, when she thought no one was looking. Her eyes squinted up, making them even smaller when she smiled, which was often, as she loved to laugh.
She wouldn't be called the bubbly type, though she sometimes could be mistaken for it if you didn't see her in person. Her voice was low and her tone rather sarcastic. She had a "depressed voice". She sighed often, but not for any particular reason. She had the unmistakable Northern accent, growling out her "R's" instead of drawling them.
She was a bit similar to how many Northerners are portrayed: withdrawn. But those closest to her, knew her for who she really was...a talker...outgoing, a jokester...someone who loved to laugh, someone who loved to be herself...who didn't mind being different from other girls...who didn't fight being different, but instead, embraced it.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
NaBloPoMo Post #21.
I am...
bored.
uploading photos.
listening to music.
listening to soundtracks specifically.
am wearing green.
not wanting to wear green.
supposed to be doing laundry.
hungry.
wanting a blueberry muffin and coffee.
wanting to make blueberry muffins now.
wanting to buy a gazillion songs.
short of money to BUY the gazillion songs.
crabby.
going to do laundry now.
saying bye.
bored.
uploading photos.
listening to music.
listening to soundtracks specifically.
am wearing green.
not wanting to wear green.
supposed to be doing laundry.
hungry.
wanting a blueberry muffin and coffee.
wanting to make blueberry muffins now.
wanting to buy a gazillion songs.
short of money to BUY the gazillion songs.
crabby.
going to do laundry now.
saying bye.
Monday, April 19, 2010
NaBloPoMo Post #19.
I love Britt Nicole's music. :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Dp4976nBlw&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Dp4976nBlw&feature=related
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