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I really hope I don't turn into one of those people who is obsessed with Facebook and has a million albums, except instead of being obsessed with Facebook, I'll be obsessed with blogging.


Sneak.


I don't know why, but she really wanted me to put these on here.

This house is so beautiful!! It's actually a reception center, but I imagine that it's a house. One of these days, when I'm older, I would very much like to have a house like this. Mainly because of the wrap around porch.
They get me every time.

DOES ANYONE NOT SEE THE LITTLE WATCHMAN TOWER ON THIS CASTLE BUILDING? (I have an arrow for you, just in case)

Apparently this millionaire guy just decided to make his house as creepy as possible.
For some reason it reminds me of Michael Jackson.





This is a first. He never lets me take photos with him.

Sneak #2.

Sneak #3.

Our waiter brought me so much joy.

He brought him joy as well. Although, I think it's slightly inappropriate in this case.


As a result of me not owning a tripod, I asked my mother to photograph my outfit so I could put in on my "shop my closet" blog. I told her to make sure she focused the lens so I was in focus and the background wasn't.
This is what I got.
 Sweet.

MY FAMILY READS THIS NOW.
NOTHING IS SAFE.
BE FOREWARNED.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011 Comments: 2
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holi holi krishna.

This weekend I had a retreat for my India trip. We learned a lot about fundraising and what types of projects we would be doing over there. It was super. I loved everyone there. Literally.
I don't know how to explain it.
I was like everyone had a certain... quality.
It was such a great experience, and as a precurser to the wonderful events...
on my way there I won a RADIO CONTEST!
Bonus!
P.S. Dear Jake Glynhall (or however you spell it), I love your face and will be seeing you on Wednesday for your premier film.

I arrived super early so I decided to wait in this parking lot a block away from the house. The man who lived in this house saw me take this picture.
If you look really close you can see him in the window.

Fooled YOU.
There is no man in the window.
Hahahahahaahahha



FESTIVAL OF COLORS.
GO.
NEXT YEAR.
YOU'LL LOVE IT.


I love the kid in the background.
What courage.





Me and my BFF Margaret.

I guess now is as good a time as any to inform you that I'm part tree-elf.
Don't be afraid; I only eat marshmallows.

HOLI HOLI KRISHNA.
Man freaking. Alive.
I'm so excited to go to India. This weekend was SUPERB.

At my meeting we talked about something that is quite interesting.
I will tell you tomorrow.

Be prepared to have your mind picked.
Sunday, March 27, 2011 Comments: 2
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Saturday, March 26, 2011 Comments: 0
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This post is not deserving of a creative title.






Hello.
I lost my camera charger. Because of this, my blog has been seriously lacking in the creative department. It's starting to turn into a whiny, cliche, teenager blog. WHICH IT IS NOT. I assure you.
So, in a feeble attempt to make up for my absence, I have provided you with four photographs. 
None of which are very interesting.
But that's all you get for now. More to come(:
And trust me, the photos in the future will be OFF THE HOOK. I'm talking, OFF THE HOOK.
I have multiple ideas.

 On to other news. I have a few things you could try if you're feeling like you need to mess with people.
- when someone points at you, grab their finger and speak into it like a microphone when you respond.
- when people look away from you for a second, widen your eyes and look away until they look back at 
   you, then pretend like you don't know they saw.

 Well folks, that's all I can think of for now.
I have a math test tomorrow. I will do GREAT.

 Also, here's a list of blogs for your reading pleasure.
http://flashesofstyle.blogspot.com
http://ittybittybomb.blogspot.com
http://stefannysite.blogspot.com

 Have a great week.
Do something awkward and make someones day.
Watch all the seasons of Dawson's Creek.
Then tell me your experience.
Thursday, March 24, 2011 Comments: 1
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My apologies.

I would like to apologize.
The previous post was a result of my best friend and I
not having the opportunity
to speak for quite a while.

So I substituted.


It won't happen again.

The perfect remedy to a bad day:

you're welcome.






(p.s. what's the best book you've ever read)
Sunday, March 20, 2011 Comments: 0
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when in doubt, remain silent.

.
from now on
my life motto will be a most beautifully constructed line from the remake of Alice in Wonderland
"when in doubt remain silent"
it seems the most logical solution.

great.
Sunday, March 13, 2011 Comments: 0
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The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist

I'm in love with strangers. I've come to the conclusion that I love exactly four.
  1. The boy who works at the deli.
  2. The boy I saw at my India meeting.
  3. The boy I see occasionally in the halls who always looks worried.
  4. The boy who was at poker night that one time.
The beauty of the said boys is that I have no idea who they are.

In my mind the deli boy likes alternative rock and is somewhat rebellious.
The boy at my India meeting likes modern art and is the type of kid who makes staring at a brick wall enjoyable.
The boy I see occasionally in the halls isn't really into anything and just floats around.
The boy who was at poker night that one time likes hipster type things such as Bright Eyes and philosophical conversations.

Some people might view this as odd. Perhaps creepy. This is not the case. I have been informed it is perfectly healthy to love strangers because it helps you discover a part of yourself. So, my goal of the week (even though it's 1 a.m. on Saturday, vite vite!) is to fall in love with a stranger and tell me your experience.
Who knows, maybe karma will be in your favor. ;).
Saturday, March 12, 2011 Comments: 0
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India.

I went to my first meeting for India yesterday. None of it really hit me until then. I mean, I heard about it and thought it would be cool. I applied and thought it would be cool. I got an interview and thought it was cool. I got accepted and thought it was cool. I walked into the room and thought it was cool. And then I realized it wasn't cool. It was amazing. Unbelievable almost.
I am going to India where I will help kids learn English. I will pass out kits to women who have their babies on dirt floors and who have to cut the umbilical cords with a two year old, used razor. I will visit orphanages where children will help me, and I will help them.
I will make a difference.
I can't thank the world enough. This is the best opportunity I have ever been given. I haven't even gone yet and already I get goosebumps thinking about it. Every morning I wake up smiling and I find myself dancing randomly (which, on second thought, might not be a good thing considering my coordination). I'm acting like one of those annoying, love struck teenage girls. Except I'm not in love with some word-whore boy.
 I'm in love with India and I'm in love with the people I'm going to help.
Monday, March 7, 2011 Comments: 0
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things i've always thought about/paranoias

1.) What if life was a dream and dreams were real life? You're reading this right now, but in reality you're sitting in a bed and there are people/creatures by your side hoping you'll wake up soon.  Everything that's weird in your dream is really  just average. It's just a different time, or a different dimension.

2.) This is real. Right now you're in a white padded room: in a straight jacket. Everyone you know, is just a part of your imagination. I'm not real, your mom isn't real. Nothing is real. Other than the fact that you are psycho and a threat to humanity.

3.) What would happen if you went a  year without talking?

4.) What if you have a mental illness, but part of that illness is that you don't know you have one. The reason why no one says anything to you about it is because they've been instructed not to.

5.) (I don't know how to phrase this in the same structure as all the rest, but sometimes I think I'm secretly being filmed.)

6.) When you look into the mirror, the mirror image of yourself memorizes everything you do and how you act. One day, when the mirror image is ready, they will suck you into the mirror and take your place.

7.) Certain sequences of things (such as saying "bicycle" while making yourself a peanut butter sandwich with grape jelly and Lay's potato chips, while the song Transatlanticism by Death Cab for Cutie is playing and it's 3:08 p.m.) will be a secret code for another dimension or people in the future. If you do the right sequence then it opens up to you and you're sucked in. They only did this so it would be easier for them to travel, but they never thought it would happen to a human because the sequence was so precise, but alas. It happened to you.

8.) Suddenly, I will be transported somewhere else. (I especially have the fear of being in the shower and then being transported to a live television show. Or an Insane Clown Posse concert.)

Those are the things I worry about. I know none of them will ever happen (hopefully), but if they did, let's just say. I CALLED IT.
Side note: I did not get the dreams being real life and life the dream from Inception. I had the idea in 10th grade.
Thursday, March 3, 2011 Comments: 1
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Silent Suffering.

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
       he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
       because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
       and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
       and read it to his aunts
That was the year that Father Tracy
       took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
       with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
       Valentine signed with a row of X's
       and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
       he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
       because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
       and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
       because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
      with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
       when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
       his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
       when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
       he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
       because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
       and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
       because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
      of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
       making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
       or even talked
And the girl around the corner
       wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
       but he kissed her anyway
       because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
       his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
       he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
       because this time he didn't think
       he could reach the kitchen.
                      By Dr. Earl Reum



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