Photography

Not all pictures on this blog are mine. Sometimes I will post my own but a lot of times I will use other people's who have a lot of talent and pick one that fits best with my theme of the post. The second to last post is from my best friend Jessie Allen. Not Jessica. Same way I'm Maggie not Margaret. See how we're so great?

I'm going to try and get an official post out tomorrow or on Christmas day itself. Ironically I should have more time Christmas day than just Christmas Eve. Who knows maybe later tonight even? I don't know we'll see how everything plays out.

I've been caught up in a story I'm writing called Leila, Darling. More to come on that soon.

-Oh, and the picture in this post is actually mine. It's me and my new shiba inu Oliver :)

Run Around in Circles

In my literature class we read a couple sonnets. Then we had to write our own, either by ourselves or with a partner. I actually ended up co-writing one with a friend of mine on another topic. If I can get ahold of it I will post that one too. But it's vacation now and I ended up writing another one. Here's a couple things about a sonnet: it consists of fourteen lines, the first eight are the octet which follows a rhyme scheme of ABBA ABBA generally. The last six lines are called the "sestet". The sestet's rhyme scheme is less predictable I used CDCDEE for the sestet this time.

Run around in circles until the world is spinning

You're not the only one there but that is how it feels

Everyone watches you as you make your deals

But let it fade away and keep on grinning

Keep on going child this is only the beginning

As you turn, they all can see how you're head over heels

The longer you go the more it blurs like a race car's wheels

Keep going though, you're still winning

Even though it all looks fine, you feel sorry

Every thought you think leaves you confused

Wandering through the world with your eyes so starry

Will only leave you alone and abused

And just like this

Everything else fades into the great abyss

One of many Passages

I mentioned the Inside Passage briefly awhile ago. Back in August or July.

Since then I've developed different rules for it:

1. I only right in blue BIC pens or black fountain pens for the reason of i dont want to ever erase what I put down.

2. I will never rip out a single page no matter what it might say. Even if I just used it for scrap.

3. I don't date anything or write cliche things like: Dear Journal. I don't want to be bothered by that. And it's not just a journal. It's just me.

If that makes any sense

Here are a couple they may make no sense but maybe someone could relate in some little way:

I keep watching as reality runs farther and farther away from my grasp until I'm completely alone sitting in utter darkness. That sense of complete

loss, abandonment, and confusion encasing me.

So I wrote.

I wrote and I wrote and I though I killed it at the time. Now I know that I did not.

Look at me. I'm right here. Maybe not for long physically but in this exact moment I am here in front of you. Stop trying so hard to deny it.

Can't you see it isn't working?

Writing is what I can control because apparently I can't control a single thing that goes on around me.

Maybe that's why I do it.

Maybe that's why I get so involved in it and put me into my characters.

Maybe that's because I don't know how to even put me into me.

I try acting like I never gave up. But it's so obvious that I did.

When I forget it even for a minute it just crashes again and I remember a little more.

People say that a blank page is scary.

But it isn't the emptiness that scares them. It's the truth about themselves that will be revealed on it.

I believe that everything we write down reveals a truth about who we are.

(and just because I havent written in awhile I'll give you an extra long one)

What's it like when someone you love moves away? :

It's like you're driving down a road and you see signs telling you: "Brick wall ahead!"

You ignore it for the most part though because there's a great song on the radio and you don't want to miss it.

Then the signs start counting down how close you are to it.

And you keep going and then you crash into that brick wall.

And the music has stopped.

Just like that, everything is in pieces all around you and you don't know how to move forward after this.

You feel stupid; there were all the signs and you knew what they meant but until you crashed you didn't know what it was going to feel like.

And it feels worse than anything you could have imagined.

You feel abandoned.

And they're no where in sight.

You hear someone say: "Just wait and see who else comes!"

But you know they won'te even come close to what you had because you had the best.

And even if the next person comes close, though it hurts just thinking about this,

But you know it will be ages.

And you know you'll just be tossed aside like every other person always does because you just don't "stick out".

Just like that: they're gone and it feels like a death.

They were the passengers in you car and you're lying alone on the road on top of bits of glass.

Okay there you have it.

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Feel free to stop by and say hello.

Chancing it

I'm really defensive at the moment. I'm not so crazy about people telling other people what I tell them within the same minute I tell them so person number two starts talking to me about it. If I was talking to them I would have chosen to tell or not tell them myself. I'm fed up with people.

School's been taking up every spare moment and I feel guilty I'm writing this when I should be studying for Honors Literature's second term quiz of the quarter. I've had too many things running through my mind. Way too many, more people keeping popping their heads into my lives to either jump out a moment later, or make me wonder in a way I feel I should not wonder.

I'll write a real blog tomorrow. Pinky promise!

~Maggie.

On the topic of The Sandman...

It has begun.

Okay, despite popular belief I actually do not despise school. Yes, it's boring. No, the friends are not the only reason I care about school. And yes, it adds a lot of work and effort. BUT, I'd rather be in school then constantly not doing anything. I'm now officially a junior. That still sounds weird not because I feel older in any way but junior means only two years of high school left. Two more years of living at home. Two more years until college. Junior year also means the dreaded horrid SAT's.

My classes are as follows:

1. Worldview.
2. Geography
3. Spanish IV
4. British Literature (Honors)
5. Chemistry

I can't yet say which I actually dislike. I know Lit. will be the largest work load, Chem. will probably be the most difficult, Spanish IV will be the newest curriculum wise because this year is a lot different than the other years (more speaking and reading and writing- less vocab but more difficult). I can't really say anything for Geography and Worldview. My worldview teacher may be my favorite - we had a walking race in the hall on the first day. I won.

The thing about Lit. is that there are a lot of essays and reading. But reading and writing are my passions. And now we can actually discuss what's beneath the surface of everything. I'm invisible to my Russian English teacher but that's a story for another day.

I don't know how to say the way I feel about chemistry- I love learning about chemicals especially medicines but I will never be a medical person because I wouldn't be able to take school for as long as it takes to get any where in medicine.

Worldview is said to be very interesting but I don't know for sure. It's a lot of reading. Which I actually need to go do.

Alright, I'll shut up. I know this must be disgustingly boring.

Here's what I shall leave with:

Try coming up with something inspirational on the spot. Something deep. Something others will awe at. Try. Type in the address bar. It can be one sentence. If you come up with something leave it in a comment. It can even be a fragment. Just do it. Gopher it. Leave reasoning behind. Go forward! Jump. Stop questioning it. Stop wondering and thinking. It's there. It's already in your heart so put it down.

It won't hurt you. From here it can only help.

Jump my fellow humans. Jump.

Need Not Want Not.

Oh you silly child, here you are, convincing your self that you matter, that you can do something. Never tell yourself you are good at something because as soon as you begin thinking it someone will happily come by and tell you that you are not. That you are merely an amateur, that what you are doing and thinking will never be half as good as that person over there. You don't want to hear that because no matter what you tell yourself you will be crushed. Something you've been doing for years trying to perfect and just before you think you've got it: "We changed our minds, they're going to do it instead. You're good just they're better." You can do it, you just do it wrong every single time.

Remember: Crying doesn't make you childish, crying makes you human.

The End.

Down the rabbit's hole.

"I can see you there

With all your despair

Now I can help you out

But there’s only one way I know how

And that’s the way back to me

But I’m not so sure

If that’s where you want to be

I’ve seen you sad

And I know when you’re clearly mad

But that happiness

Has been gone so long

That now I don’t know

If it can return

I’ve waited patiently

But nothing seems to be

How I thought it would"

I don't know. I can see everything and it all fits but it doesn't at the same time. There's two pieces that fit together, there are the same two pieces that are definitely not working. I can see that, I don't need someone to scream it at me, thanks for the offer though? But I have hope, I do. Maybe not as much strength as I need for that hope though. But I still have it and do I not have the right to cling to that hope especially in a time of need like this? I understand what's going on, though I don't, but when they try to tell me I know they're only getting the outsider's view. What's on the outside may seem to be nothing, and isn't everyone always saying: It's what on the inside that matters? Well then you are blatantly contradicting yourself if you think: The inside is what matters but what I see on the outside means you should give up. THAT IS IGNORANT! Honestly. It is.

Emails Galore and Other Tales

So I have a lot of emails:

mangoroxon@gmail.com

mjcmv923@yahoo.com

maggie.here@live.com

maggeek@yahoo.com

softballgirl6@yahoo.com

geektasticproductions@gmail.com

girlface923@aim.com

and i keep forgetting the rest but my newest is:

infinitedilemma@yahoo.com

woot! my blog has an email address. and if you havent noticed i am sticking with infinite dilemma for awhile (e.g. my twitter, my AIM, my blog, my email and even my gaia account is Infinite Dilemma.) So hit any of those things up if you want.

Now, the reason I haven't been blogging as much. I've started something new. The Alcott's had their own version that they would read aloud at their dinner table. Ralph Waldo Emerson had his called his "Savings Bank" and now Maggie Cochran (me) has her own. I call it "The Inside Passage". It's where I write down any thoughts I have or any inspiration. I'll probably put a couple on here in time. But right now it's strictly ink and paper. It's amazing how much I could put in there that's been in my head. It's not exactly a diary though I do write opinions and if anything intriguing happens but it's all in the name of art.

I appreciate different things as art. I believe writers are artists and it's a shame that people don't realize that a lot of times. You can hear a musician- art. You can see a painting - art. But you need a brain and a heart to be able to read a writer's art. Hey that rhymes. But in all seriousness, writing is my art and my passion. I just more people realized it's not just a story but in fact a work of art in its own right.

Bite my tongue...Again.

I love you but I'm not IN love with you.

But I can't tell you that. And you know it.

Even if we don't need each other.

As we're getting older we're getting more aware. We know what we like now. We know what looks right. I hope you're okay. I miss you even though we were always at that awkward stage. Remember forever: Can't Touch This.
Forever memories. Mr. Christian.

No more serenading

Your Defense Mechanism is Isolation

When life gets to be too much to handle, you just withdraw. You rather not deal with things. You tend to be a very isolated person. You want to connect to others, but you don't know where to start. The problem with withdrawing from the world is that it's hard to reintegrate yourself when you're ready. Instead of pulling back when you have problems, it would be better for you to reach out.

What's Your Defense Mechanism?

So stressed. Not something good right after vacation. Don't know how i'm going to handle any of it.

My Life Quote?

Tenet insanabile multos scribendi cacoëthes. (The incurable itch to write posseses many.) -Juvenal

I found it when I was 12? I believe and have it basically etched into my being for the rest of my life.

Come to think of it, if I ever do get that tattoo the Latin would probably be an amazing choice. Any opinions? Great! Then, it's settled.

Self Esteem Booster Friends

- I really like that picture of you!
- Really? What picture?
- Y'know, that one where you're looking down.
- The one where you can't see my face?
- Yeah! You look so pretty! I like that other one too!
- What one?
- The one where you look really different.
- Oh, the one where I look nothing like me?
- Yes! That one! It's gorgeous.
- Thanks I guess.

Gun to my head

Yep. New piercing- Cartilage. It makes me happy.

So my dad called my mom and told her he left the garden hose on and if she could turn it off. This was probably six hours ago but as she was about to go to bed she yelled down for me to go turn it off even though I was working and in the middle of an order. She kept yelling at me and then finally turned it off. Whatever.

I've been really stressed today. I'm at that place where you feel like crying but you just can't bring yourself to have actual tears.

Wasn't there some show that was about a guidance counselor at a high school a while back? It had the girl from 27 Dresses in it. Dunno.

My ear kinda hurts right now. :/

2 weeks until Alaska cruise.

Beyond the border

I love Matthew Joseph Dallas. He is amazing. And that is the reason I am currently watching The Witches of Eastwick on DVD because he's going to be in the television series that the movie is based on come September. I also watched "Babysitter Wanted" an Indie horror film he was in a couple years ago.
I swear I would drop everything for that guy and his piercing blue eyes.
It's nice to dream every now and again.
Favorite quote from the movie?: When Cher's yelling at the guy and insulting him and then says: "You're not even interesting enough to make me sick."

Stupid

Two phrases I hate:
I know.
-and-
I'm sorry.

Because they're rarely true.

Emerald Eyes

At school there is a girl that's my age but a grade younger. Her name is Emerald. She was in my Literature class this year though. I learned something very valuable from Emerald one day. She was trying to decide on the perfect date for a year from then for a tournament she was planning with various people in school. She looked at the exact date a year from then and shook her head and then said, "No. Because that would be expected."
Do what's not expected. Don't keep thinking your life needs a little box. I used to want to say what people will expect. I didn't want to jar them from what they know. But sometimes you have to. Sometimes I get sick of playing by their rules. That's when I do something they don't expect.
I don't believe in attending funerals.

Not so easy is it?

I keep watching, waiting for them to notice what I just said, what I've said for so many weeks in so many different ways. I can't explain it any easier than that! My two year old nephew would know to say: "It's okay Auntie. I'll talk to you." I write. I'm not a public speaker, I'm not going to claim to be one, I'm not a big talker. Give me a pen and paper and I'll explain everything, without hurting you. Without regretting anything. But tell me we need to talk in person. I promise you, I will indeed freeze up, let you get your way and you'll be happy but I'll still be here. And I will feel like I'm inside myself and myself is my prison and that prison is going to contain me until the "walls shall crumble to ruin and moulder in dust away." To quote my dearest Longfellow if I may. But do you want that? Is that really it? You just want me to throw everything away for that? Sorry. I can't. Just listen and it will be fine.

Reality

You know what I would like? I want to reality to come and hit a few people upside the head and say: STOP IT! Stop being an idiot and look at the whole situation! You're happy for you but you're happy for you only in this moment of time. Yes, enjoy it, but no, don't take it for granted and stop shoving it in everyone's faces. Stop letting yourself control everything. It isn't just you right now. NEWTON'S THIRD LAW OF MOTION! Don't you get this!
And then when reality is hitting them, they'll get it.
This is ridiculous.
Can I handle it? Should I let this go? Should I count the days now? Maybe I could wait it out? Nothing lasts forever, right? I don't even know if Plan B will work! I can't get rid of step 1 when there isn't a step 2. Right? But if I'm irritated and annoyed, then it's my fault. But it isn't. But it is. But no! That isn't how it works.
This isn't a one way street. I'm on a highway! Everything is happening fast and things are coming from exits that I must have missed when I thought I was watching and then there are police cars everywhere and then bumper to bumper traffic! But then it's quiet and a bunch of cars went off that exit back there to go to the city and it's okay again. Then I almost crash into someone's red SUV and notice the exit on my right. Crap. There are more cars.
This is my life right now. I don't know what to do about it. I'm giving up.

Sometimes I get intrigued by politics...

You are a Social Moderate (43% permissive) and an... Economic Liberal (26% permissive) You are best described as a: Democrat Link: The Politics Test on OkCupid.com: Free Online Dating Also: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

Once upon a clock...

Sonny and I went to each other's churches a few weeks back. Mine is in the morning and his is in the evening. Long story short he told me he loved me when we went for a walk after his service. I don't know why but that's what he said.

He kissed me the next day.

He wants to spend the rest of our lives together. I don't want to be let down. I don't know where to turn. I want to trust and believe him. I want to be smart about it too though. I don't want to be another statistic.

And now I'm here. Tired. Confused. And anxious.

And then I'm leaving for a week.

Sometimes I spend too much time on Blogthings.com.

You Are Apple Iced Tea

You are warm hearted and generous. You believe it's important to make others feel comfortable. You are a bit of a cozy homebody who feels out of place in the warm weather. You'll drink iced tea but you prefer the hot stuff. You are more serious than most, and you shy away from superficial people. You prefer to look beyond the surface. You like deep conversations, engrossing novels, and moving films. You find ideas and human interaction fascinating.

What Flavor Iced Tea Are You?

Blogthings: Take a Quiz. Annoy Your Friends.

That works because that's where I'm from |||>>

You Speak New England Slang

New England Slang: 75% Canadian Slang: 50% Prison Slang: 25% Aussie Slang: 0% British Slang: 0% Southern Slang: 0%

What Slanguage Do You Speak?

Your Taste in Music Says You're Wild

Your musical tastes are intense and rebellious. You are intelligent... but in a very unconventional way. You are curious about the world. You love doing something new. In fact, you enjoy taking risks and doing things most people would shy away from. You are very physical. It's likely that you're athletic, but not into team sports. You have the soul of an artist. Beauty and harmony are important to you.

What Does Your Taste in Music Say About You?

Your Gift is Intellect

You are a big thinker, and you're always playing with new ideas. You are curious about the world. You enjoy learning and developing new theories. You enjoy researching, analyzing, and solving problems. Thinking hard feels good! You're the type of person who finds most mental tasks to be easy. You love to stretch your brain.

What's Your Gift?

You Act Like You Are 23 Years Old

You are a twenty-something at heart. You feel like an adult, and you're optimistic about life. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. You're still figuring out your place in the world and how you want your life to shape up. The world is full of possibilities, and you can't wait to explore many of them.

What Age Do You Act?

Your Blog Should Be Purple

You're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything. You tend to set blogging trends, and you're the most likely to write your own meme or survey. You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say.

What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?

You Should Rule Saturn

Saturn is a mysterious planet that can rarely be seen with the naked eye. You are perfect to rule Saturn because like its rings, you don't always follow the rules of nature. And like Saturn, to really be able to understand you, someone must delve beyond your appearance. You are not an easy person to befriend. However, once you enter a friendship, you'll be a friend for life. You think slowly but deeply. You only gain great understanding after a situation has passed.

What Planet Should You Rule?

What Your Name Says About You

Your name says that you are mostly: Commanding but aloof Your name also says you are: Artistic but extreme Passionate but flighty Fiery but unbalanced

What Does Your Name Say About You?

You Need Success to Be Happy

You are a responsible and serious person. You like to do things well. Reaching your goals is very important to you, and you don't like getting sidetracked. You feel great when you are mastering new tasks and solving problems. You believe in hard work. Nothing makes you feel worse than feeling like you are doing a back job.

What Do You Need to Be Happy?

You Have Not Been Ruined by American Culture

You're nothing like the typical American. In fact, you may not be American at all. You have a broad view of the world, and you're very well informed. And while you certainly have been influenced by American culture (who hasn't?), it's not your primary influence. You take a more global philosophy with your politics, taste, and life. And you're always expanding and revising what you believe.

Has American Culture Ruined You?

You Are a Realist

You don't see the glass as half empty or half full. You see what's exactly in the glass. You never try to make a bad situation seem better than it is... But you also never sabotage any good things you have going on. You are brutally honest in your assessments of situations - and this always seems to help you cope.

Are You An Optimist or Pessimist?

You Are the Storyteller

You have a way with words, and you love hearing yourself talk. You are at your best when you have an audience, and you can carry on a conversation with anyone. You are light hearted and fun - a natural entertainer. It's a side of you that you can't really turn off. You thrive on attention (perhaps a little too much), and you love applause. When you allow yourself to be serious, you can be a moving and articulate speaker. Your words have power, and not just the power to make people laugh.

What Role Do You Play?

You Are the Library

You are very intellectual and well read. You tend to be absorbed in your own interests. You can seem a bit standoffish. To be honest, you're not that interested in other people. You are comforted by the things you own. You tend to be a pack rat. It's likely that you have many old possessions that you treasure. You rarely throw anything away.

What Room of the House Are You?

Sometimes I get off topic because the former topic didn't matter.

So about the Owl City concert. My parents approved it. Then I checked to order the tickets. There was only one left. I know I'm a loser but I am still not going to sit at a little cafe all by myself just to hear music. I mean maybe if I was a little older but two of my friends were supposed to go with me and I wouldn't go without them. It sold out in only a few days. It was HORRIBLE!!!!! I officially HATE ticketmaster.com. They are dreadful.

Sonny is supposably hanging out again with "Brenda". Ugh. Okay so maybe I am a bit jealous. But dude, really? He finally asked me to be his girlfriend and today is his birthday. But he's going to spend the day with Brenda while I stay at home waiting for my family to get back from seeing my niece, Ava May, at the hospital.

I love my little niece! She was born premature by about two months. She was 3.4 pounds and 16 and a half inches long! She was the biggest baby in the NICU. So was my nephew, Connor Joel (they're cousins though, not siblings) but he was just a BIG baby. Ava May has dark curly brown hair but it looks like she may have blue eyes, even though I know that all babies don't have their real eye pigment for awhile and my cousin's eyes were blue for a year before they turned brown forever, but Sara and Jason (her parents) want her to have dark brown hair (like Jason) and blue-green eyes (like Sara) and her eyes have gotten bluer in the past couple weeks. She's actually three weeks old today and will probably be able to go home next Friday. It's pretty sad though because Sara and Jason live on the island and Sara's been staying with us so it feels like I have a sister for once and soon I won't again. But I'm still glad that they'll be able to be in their home with their little girl.

The thing I like about having a blog is that I get to write what I want. I get to talk about my little niece and nephew without boring people. I don't have to just talk to my mom about them I can actually say what I want. That's what's nice about having a blog that you don't show anyone. There isn't any pressure. It's just you and your computer. You don't have to worry about people asking you why you said that. And when you say you're mad you don't have a hundred people going: What's wrong!? What happened!?. Instead, I can say I'm mad and explain myself freely because no one will probably EVER read this. So if I say: I'm kind of doubting this whole issue that my life has been based around and no longer completely agree with my parents' political views or something, I don't have to worry about people judging me because I always feel like someone is judging everything I say.

I tend to draw eyes a lot and apparently that means that you feel paranoid that someone may be watching you. I always feel that way. I feel like someone is looking at me. Not in the whole: I'm so beautiful! Everyone always stares! *obnoxious laughter* way but in the "They think I'm an idiot. They think I'm hideous, they don't think I should be here. They think I'm in the way." way. You know? Does that happen to other people. Or sometimes I just think they're waiting for me to mess up which I then do. It's horrible. It's not always completely conscious that I feel that way. I'll be drawing an eyes mostly because I'm good at it now and realize that I'm actually pretty nervous. It's just something that happens.

Wow that was a bunch of different topics. Well, later taters.

Sometimes I get surprised.

You Are Twitter

You are energetic to the point of being hyperactive. You are the ultimate multitasker. You don't have much of an attention span for anything. You like things short and sweet. You can't help but let everyone know what you're doing, even if it's just what you're having for dinner. You are big on sharing what's going on in your life. If anything, you share too much!

Are You Facebook, MySpace, or Twitter?

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You Are "enter"

Some people might try to say you're impulsive and rash. You like to consider yourself decisive and committed instead. You don't have a lot of trouble making very final decisions. You trust your instincts, and you don't waver. You just go for it!

What Keyboard Key Are You?

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Your Blogging Type is Artistic and Passionate

You see your blog as the ultimate personal expression - and work hard to make it great. One moment you may be working on a new dramatic design for your blog... And the next, you're passionately writing about your pet causes. Your blog is very important - and you're careful about who you share it with.

What's Your Blogging Personality?

Sometimes I change my results.

You Are 95% Addicted to Blogthings

You're always discovering new Blogthings, even before they're announced. That's what we like to call a "quick draw". Forget taking Blogthings, you should be working for Blogthings! You're a Blogthings expert.

How Addicted To Blogthings Are You?

Purple is my favorite Color!!!

You Should Live in a Purple State

Your preferences are 55% Blue, 45% Red You may not be a swing voter, but you feel comfortable around moderate people. You tend to do best in states with a red and blue mix - like Nevada and North Carolina. You are adaptable. You can converse with a church crowd as easily as with grad students.

Should You Live in a Red State or a Blue State?

Sleep tight!

Your Bed Says You Have Your Head in the Clouds

Outward appearances are a concern of yours, but not your primary concern. You try to take care of yourself and your home, but it's not an obsession. You are an organized and disciplined person. You do the right thing because you want to, not because people expect you to. You are not very high maintenance in general, but you are high maintenance about a few things. In relationships, you tend to kick back and let the other person be in charge. You tend to be a dreamy, head in the clouds type of person. You think in terms of possibilities. You are a bit of a homebody, but you can also make yourself at home anywhere.

What Does Your Bed Say About You?

Owl City

So I live in a freaking state that everyone hates so no one ever comes to for anything. That leaves me bored out of my mind until I leave the state. BUT Owl City is coming up and the tickets are only $12! Unfortunately, it's a Tuesday night.
But here's the deal.
A.) It's the end of the year.
B.) I've missed maybe 3 days of school. MAYBE.
C.) I'm a straight-A-student.
D.) I only have to take one final no matter what.
E.) My parents pinch every penny. THEY DON'T NEED TO!

Negativity and Probability

You Are a Little Negative...

You can be negative from time to time, but you rarely go overboard. You have a realistic view of the world, and most people appreciate your honest insights. Like everyone else, you have your darker moods. But when you're feeling super negative, you keep your feelings to yourself.

Are You Too Negative?

These boots were made for walking...

You Are Riding Boots

You are very sophisticated. You have refined tastes, and you don't fall for cheesy trends. You are naturally chic and stylish. You can pull together a great look in no time flat. You don't need a lot of flash or bling in your life. You prefer the glamour of the understated. You treasure wisdom. You are attracted to ideas and things that have stood the test of time.

What Kind of Boots Are You?

Straighten Up

So I brought Amy back today. Interesting... you see we've known each other since we were 3. But this time, well okay, the past few times, she's been acting like she's a lot smarter than me and treating me like she's my mother. I cannot stand that.
And Sonny brought a female friend with him yesterday. I mean I was fine and everyone's like AHHHH you should kill him!!!! But I hang out with guys all the time and I'm not one to care a lot about that. But today he wrote me an email after I asked what he did today and apparently he spent the whole day with her. That made me angry so now I'm just going to sleep. Seriously man, straighten up and fly right. Straighten up and do right. ¢∞§¶•ªºœ∑´®†¥¨øπåß∂ƒ©˙∆˚¬…æ«“‘Ω≈ç√∫˜µ≤≥÷

What type of music are you?

You Are Classical Music

You are a somewhat serious person who enjoys studying subjects deeply. Art of all kinds interests you, and a good piece of art can really effect you emotionally. You are inspired by human achievement, and you appreciate work that takes years to accomplish. For you, the finer things in life are not about snobbery - they're about quality.

What Kind of Music Are You?

Pandora Twittering

So I signed up for Twitter yesterday, Saturday April 18th and the reasoning behind this was that I didn't want to bug my friends on facebook with a ton of status updates. I don't really like when others do it and I have a bunch of friends on facebook so I just didn't want to bother them. However, I kept finding myself coming up with status updates. 

I had no idea what Twitter even was when I first signed up. I just heard about it like about 50 times that day and so I thought, hey what the heck, let's give this website a whirl. 

So far, it's okay. It's pretty much my own account because I don't even know if any of my friends are on there or what but I'm still keeping my facebook. For sure. 

Also! My cousin Jessica told me about pandora.com which is this website that has internet radio and plays only what you want to hear and eventually all the music you really like ends up being a radio station. For instance, Jess likes country and rap and pop and rock and her station plays all those genres. 

Mine is new but it's pretty addicting. I can't wait to see how it ends up! 

I need to get to bed because I'm heading up north to pick up my best friend, Amy, and we're hanging out over spring break! Yay!