If I were on a deserted island I would...
Oh! OH! I would run around naked for a while :) I know that sounds silly, but I'd just want to do that. For, like, thirty seconds, because then I'd feel weird xP. Let's see... what else would I want to do? I'd probably want to scream for a while. Run around and just scream because no one would give you funny looks. And I'd dance like crazy.
By then, though, the whole alone forever thing would have started to sink in, and I would be very sad, and very scared because who knew what kind of animals would be on that island?!
Monday, November 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Daytime?
What is your favorite time of day?
Well, actually, my favorite time of day has been sadly polluted. It's twilight - everything is so calm, so peaceful, so still. I love looking out at the sky, and seeing the rays of the sun, the vibrant colors - sometimes even the moon - and then nothing. Nothing else in the sky. That's my favorite time of day.
Another time that takes my breath away doesn't happen daily. Every now and then I'll glance outside, or I'll be walking home and I'll notice the moon - with a bright haze around it, caused by clouds - coming slowly but surely over the mountains. I stop and I watch it, and I watch it until it's fully exposed, and then I can't help but sigh. It's so... beautiful :)
Well, actually, my favorite time of day has been sadly polluted. It's twilight - everything is so calm, so peaceful, so still. I love looking out at the sky, and seeing the rays of the sun, the vibrant colors - sometimes even the moon - and then nothing. Nothing else in the sky. That's my favorite time of day.
Another time that takes my breath away doesn't happen daily. Every now and then I'll glance outside, or I'll be walking home and I'll notice the moon - with a bright haze around it, caused by clouds - coming slowly but surely over the mountains. I stop and I watch it, and I watch it until it's fully exposed, and then I can't help but sigh. It's so... beautiful :)
Monday, August 10, 2009
My Dream House
Describe your dream house. Where is it located? How many bedrooms? Is there a swing set in the backyard or a motorcycle? The more details, the better.
This is tricky, honestly put. I love homes, and I'm not looking forward to picking just one when I get older.
Sooo... my dream house is huge (who doesn't want a huge house?). I want a movie theatre inside, a bowling alley, a library, my own restaurant, and an indoor (AND outdoor) swimming pool. I'd also like a lazy river, and a roller coaster (hey, who said I couldn't aim high? ;) ). I'd want enough bedrooms to fit all of my friends and family, each decorated with a crazy theme (like, time period theme. Or place. Like, I'd totally want a ton of different times (Egyptian, Roman, Medieval, Colonial, '60s... hmmm... and different places like Venice, Rome, London, Cali, New York [*smacks forehead* Truthfully, I'm having a hard time thinking of times and places right now]).
I'd want a HUGE backyard, WITH a waterfall, and a river. Really shady, with a gazebo about a hundred yards from the house. A white gazebo. The house (from the outside) would look Victorian, with a big wrap-around deck, and lots of windows and stories. And lots of balconies. I love balconies. I think that's it. I can't think of anything else to add xP
So, that's my dream house. I know I'll never get it, but *shrugs* that's why it's a 'dream', right?
This is tricky, honestly put. I love homes, and I'm not looking forward to picking just one when I get older.
Sooo... my dream house is huge (who doesn't want a huge house?). I want a movie theatre inside, a bowling alley, a library, my own restaurant, and an indoor (AND outdoor) swimming pool. I'd also like a lazy river, and a roller coaster (hey, who said I couldn't aim high? ;) ). I'd want enough bedrooms to fit all of my friends and family, each decorated with a crazy theme (like, time period theme. Or place. Like, I'd totally want a ton of different times (Egyptian, Roman, Medieval, Colonial, '60s... hmmm... and different places like Venice, Rome, London, Cali, New York [*smacks forehead* Truthfully, I'm having a hard time thinking of times and places right now]).
I'd want a HUGE backyard, WITH a waterfall, and a river. Really shady, with a gazebo about a hundred yards from the house. A white gazebo. The house (from the outside) would look Victorian, with a big wrap-around deck, and lots of windows and stories. And lots of balconies. I love balconies. I think that's it. I can't think of anything else to add xP
So, that's my dream house. I know I'll never get it, but *shrugs* that's why it's a 'dream', right?
Saturday, August 1, 2009
National Ice Cream Sandwich Day!!
Tomorrow is “National Ice Cream Sandwich Day.” Share what your favorite dessert is and give three reasons why you like that particular dessert.
First off, I have to say - WHY HAVE I NEVER HEARD OF NATIONAL ICE CREAM SANDWICH DAY?! I mean, really!!! REALLY! I love ice cream sandwiches - why couldn't I have known about this for years? Anyway...
Hmm... I like brownies. Any kind, really :) Three reasons. Well...
1. Generally, brownies are chocolate - and even when they aren't, they are DELICIOUS!
2. Brownies are yummy with a lot of things, ice-cream, milk, hot chocolate... whipped cream... fruit... and who doesn't like a food that's agreeable?
3. You can take brownies with you anywhere - in the car, at school lunch... can you take CAKE anywhere? Or ice-cream? It's a pain to carry around dishes in the car! Brownies are easy!
First off, I have to say - WHY HAVE I NEVER HEARD OF NATIONAL ICE CREAM SANDWICH DAY?! I mean, really!!! REALLY! I love ice cream sandwiches - why couldn't I have known about this for years? Anyway...
Hmm... I like brownies. Any kind, really :) Three reasons. Well...
1. Generally, brownies are chocolate - and even when they aren't, they are DELICIOUS!
2. Brownies are yummy with a lot of things, ice-cream, milk, hot chocolate... whipped cream... fruit... and who doesn't like a food that's agreeable?
3. You can take brownies with you anywhere - in the car, at school lunch... can you take CAKE anywhere? Or ice-cream? It's a pain to carry around dishes in the car! Brownies are easy!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Change
Make a list of five ways you've changed in the past five years.
I'm going to edit this prompt a teeny, tiny bit. Considering five years ago, I was nine... I'm just going to say in the past year... and bump up the ways to ten.
I'm going to edit this prompt a teeny, tiny bit. Considering five years ago, I was nine... I'm just going to say in the past year... and bump up the ways to ten.
- I no longer like guys with black, shaggy hair the bestest. Nosirree!
- I no longer think I am emo, or gothic
- I no longer have a thing for assassins (*grumbles*)
- I am a happy person now!
- I am no longer obsessed with thieves.
- I have my ears pierced
- I am not obsessed with staying pale - nor am I obsessed with getting tan
- I actually wear make-up
- I am a whole half-inch taller
- I am a size three (as opposed to five)
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Taffetta
You and your spouse welcome a beautiful baby into your lives and, after going round and round on names, you choose one that's very unusual. Write a scene where you announce the name to your family. Include their reaction and your explanation for choosing such an odd name.
A/N: This is not from my perspective. I am not married. I do not plan on having a child for at least another five years, nor do I plan on naming in children I eventually have Taffetta.
From the first moment I saw my beautiful baby girl in my arms, I knew that her name would have to be elegent, but a little quirky. Her eyes were bigger than the moon and framed by dark, dark lashes. And her hair was already thick, a little curly, and equally dark. Her skin (though bright pink when I first saw her) has faded into a pale, milky white.
Jacob (for those of you who don't know Jacob is my husband of three years) whole-heartedly agreed. Although, he's a bit quirky himself, with large glasses, a few freckles, and dark, curly hair. He's also tall, and on thin side. We bounced names off of each other for the two days I was in the hospital, when finally, as a bit of a joke, he said, 'Taffetta Tiffany Taylors'. Well, it stuck. We took to refering to her as 'Taffy Tiff'.
However, as we stood on the porch of my in-laws two weeks later, I felt a little... um... how to put it? Dumb. Yes, I felt dumb. We had named our first child Taffetta. I felt like running and hiding instead of stiking around to tell my mother-in-law. My mother took it fairly well - she understands that I'm a bit... odd at times. And she thinks that Taffy will eventually tell everyone to call her Tiffany. So, there IS hope for the girl.
Finally, the door opened, and we were greeted with ecstatic hugs and bouncing siblings, eager to see the addition to the clan. We had refrained from telling anyone the name - they all had to wait to be together.
"Wasshername? Didja pick one yet? Is it silly?" We were bombarded by questions.
"Alright, alright, guys! Calm down!" Jacob said, walking inside. I trailed after him, Taffy in my arms.
"So, are you going to tell us her name?" my mother-in-law asked. She was a police chief of fifteen years. And she scared me. Quite a bit. She was also big - I'm not saying big, like fat. I'm saying big, like... muscular.
"Oh, yes," I said, handing Taffy to Jacob. "Why don't you tell them?" I asked him. "They are, after all, your family." It was silent for a moment, Jacob throwing me a semi-glare.
"Her names Taffetta Tiffany." I looked to my mother-in-law. Her expression was a mix of shock, and anger. Slowly, she turned to me.
"You. Named. My. First. Grandchild. TAFFETTA?!"
A/N: This is not from my perspective. I am not married. I do not plan on having a child for at least another five years, nor do I plan on naming in children I eventually have Taffetta.
From the first moment I saw my beautiful baby girl in my arms, I knew that her name would have to be elegent, but a little quirky. Her eyes were bigger than the moon and framed by dark, dark lashes. And her hair was already thick, a little curly, and equally dark. Her skin (though bright pink when I first saw her) has faded into a pale, milky white.
Jacob (for those of you who don't know Jacob is my husband of three years) whole-heartedly agreed. Although, he's a bit quirky himself, with large glasses, a few freckles, and dark, curly hair. He's also tall, and on thin side. We bounced names off of each other for the two days I was in the hospital, when finally, as a bit of a joke, he said, 'Taffetta Tiffany Taylors'. Well, it stuck. We took to refering to her as 'Taffy Tiff'.
However, as we stood on the porch of my in-laws two weeks later, I felt a little... um... how to put it? Dumb. Yes, I felt dumb. We had named our first child Taffetta. I felt like running and hiding instead of stiking around to tell my mother-in-law. My mother took it fairly well - she understands that I'm a bit... odd at times. And she thinks that Taffy will eventually tell everyone to call her Tiffany. So, there IS hope for the girl.
Finally, the door opened, and we were greeted with ecstatic hugs and bouncing siblings, eager to see the addition to the clan. We had refrained from telling anyone the name - they all had to wait to be together.
"Wasshername? Didja pick one yet? Is it silly?" We were bombarded by questions.
"Alright, alright, guys! Calm down!" Jacob said, walking inside. I trailed after him, Taffy in my arms.
"So, are you going to tell us her name?" my mother-in-law asked. She was a police chief of fifteen years. And she scared me. Quite a bit. She was also big - I'm not saying big, like fat. I'm saying big, like... muscular.
"Oh, yes," I said, handing Taffy to Jacob. "Why don't you tell them?" I asked him. "They are, after all, your family." It was silent for a moment, Jacob throwing me a semi-glare.
"Her names Taffetta Tiffany." I looked to my mother-in-law. Her expression was a mix of shock, and anger. Slowly, she turned to me.
"You. Named. My. First. Grandchild. TAFFETTA?!"
Friday, July 24, 2009
Similar!
What would happen if everyone wore the same clothes?
Some people would be very upset. I mean, you have the scary gothic people who wear black, chains, and studs, then the preppy, Twilight wanna-be goths who draw scars on themselves, and wear t-shirts that say 'I want to be with you forever'. Then you have the people who only wear band t-shirts and jeans (*shudders*). And people whose mom still shops for them. And people who dress like we're still in the 80s (no joke - I saw a mullet yesterday! I was like, 'Honey... you're thirty years too late... sorry!'). And the kids who wear their pajamas every day to school! And the sweats! OH DEAR HEAVENS, I WOULD KILL MYSELF!!!!
While I may not always be up on the latest trends, I do have some sense of style, and dressing like any of the above... I would go crazy. And we'd all dress like that. Can you imagine - everyone in chains? Or in 'Team Jacob' t-shirts?! OR T-SHIRTS EVERY DAY?! OR THE 80'S?!?!?!? OR THEIR PAJAMAS?!?
I need an advil...
Some people would be very upset. I mean, you have the scary gothic people who wear black, chains, and studs, then the preppy, Twilight wanna-be goths who draw scars on themselves, and wear t-shirts that say 'I want to be with you forever'. Then you have the people who only wear band t-shirts and jeans (*shudders*). And people whose mom still shops for them. And people who dress like we're still in the 80s (no joke - I saw a mullet yesterday! I was like, 'Honey... you're thirty years too late... sorry!'). And the kids who wear their pajamas every day to school! And the sweats! OH DEAR HEAVENS, I WOULD KILL MYSELF!!!!
While I may not always be up on the latest trends, I do have some sense of style, and dressing like any of the above... I would go crazy. And we'd all dress like that. Can you imagine - everyone in chains? Or in 'Team Jacob' t-shirts?! OR T-SHIRTS EVERY DAY?! OR THE 80'S?!?!?!? OR THEIR PAJAMAS?!?
I need an advil...
Thursday, July 23, 2009
New Album...
What was the first CD (or record or cassette) you ever purchased? Write about the way that particular album made you feel then. Write about how it makes you feel now.
Well, the first album I remember buying is 'The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe'. I remember first listening to it, and being really, really disappointed - I didn't like ANY of the songs - but now, there's only two I DON'T like :D The different songs make me feel differently - I mean, c'mon people... it starts out with a bombing song, then goes to a pretty little foreign song, then goes to a pretty lullaby, and a BATTLE! They're all very, very different. I can't tell you how the CD makes me feel over all, because it excites me, and puts me to sleep. This is a dumb prompt. *huffs* Where's my lawyer?!
Well, the first album I remember buying is 'The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe'. I remember first listening to it, and being really, really disappointed - I didn't like ANY of the songs - but now, there's only two I DON'T like :D The different songs make me feel differently - I mean, c'mon people... it starts out with a bombing song, then goes to a pretty little foreign song, then goes to a pretty lullaby, and a BATTLE! They're all very, very different. I can't tell you how the CD makes me feel over all, because it excites me, and puts me to sleep. This is a dumb prompt. *huffs* Where's my lawyer?!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
"If I were a superhero, I would be..."
COMPLETELY AMAZING!!! Lolz, nah, I'd have some super awesome name (like... like... ooh... I like Rosie Red xP Lolz, jk, jk, :D), and my power would be shape-shifting. And I'd be one of those super-heros that kind of balances percariously on the edge of VILLIANISM (lolz, is that a word? Am I starting to make things up?). Of course, deep down, I'd have a strict sense of good, but no one would know that :D
I'd also be very, very rich :) And live with my three thousand kitties (totally a joke, by the way - the kitty part).
I'd also be very, very rich :) And live with my three thousand kitties (totally a joke, by the way - the kitty part).
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Mallory, I'm so sorry
Write an apology letter to yourself for not taking a chance you wish you would have—whether it be in love, work, your writing career or even something silly.
Dear Mallory,
I'm so sorry. I know those three boys at the gym were really cute - and the one at the beach too. I'm so sorry that you're so shy. You should have said something - everyone as a witness agreed that they were checking you out, but you just... couldn't do anything more than smile. I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! Next time, just remember to smile, wave, and say something - not clever though. Because you're not clever (sorry - but it's true ;) )...
With love,
Yours Truly,
Mallory
Dear Mallory,
I'm so sorry. I know those three boys at the gym were really cute - and the one at the beach too. I'm so sorry that you're so shy. You should have said something - everyone as a witness agreed that they were checking you out, but you just... couldn't do anything more than smile. I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! Next time, just remember to smile, wave, and say something - not clever though. Because you're not clever (sorry - but it's true ;) )...
With love,
Yours Truly,
Mallory
Friday, June 12, 2009
Take a character from one of your stories and examine his or her ipod playlist. What 10 songs best describe the character [and their relationships?]
Alright - I'm going to do my oldest character (two years now!), Nura-Leina Albelin (Hmmm... should I make it Albelina? xP NO! I don't like it xD). These aren't in any particular order, by the way - it's just what comes to my head first.
1. ...And Then I Kissed Him - Hans Zimmer
2. Desert Rose - Sting
3. Impurity withering away - Jussi Huhtala
4. Beyond This Moment - Patrick O'Hearn
5. Kelsey - Metro Station (Sorry y'all - gotta use it :D)
6. It Ends Tonight - The All-American Rejects
7. Untouched - The Veronicas
8. Jai Ho! - AR Rahman/ The PCDs
9. Closer - Ne-yo
10. Come On Get Higher - Matt Nathenson
1. ...And Then I Kissed Him - Hans Zimmer
2. Desert Rose - Sting
3. Impurity withering away - Jussi Huhtala
4. Beyond This Moment - Patrick O'Hearn
5. Kelsey - Metro Station (Sorry y'all - gotta use it :D)
6. It Ends Tonight - The All-American Rejects
7. Untouched - The Veronicas
8. Jai Ho! - AR Rahman/ The PCDs
9. Closer - Ne-yo
10. Come On Get Higher - Matt Nathenson
Thursday, June 11, 2009
If you could morph into anyone (alive, dead, fictional, etc.), who would it be and why?
Hmmm... this is a tricky one.
Right now, I actually think I'd kill to be a princess - any princess (except for maybe Anastasia... that would suck to be her... but it might be nice - because then we'd all know what happened to her!) because princesses are supposed to be pale. Teenage girls from Utah are not. Teenage girls from Utah in Hawaii are ESPECIALLY NOT SUPPOSED TO BE PALE. But, if I were a princess from some far off, seldom heard of country in Europe, being pale wouldn't be so bad. In fact, it'd be expected. Even better - I'd like to be a princess from Eurpoe from two or more hundred years ago. That would be AWESOME!!!! I wouldn't ever have to worry about getting tan - and therefore getting skin cancer. So, that's who I'd be, and that's why.
Right now, I actually think I'd kill to be a princess - any princess (except for maybe Anastasia... that would suck to be her... but it might be nice - because then we'd all know what happened to her!) because princesses are supposed to be pale. Teenage girls from Utah are not. Teenage girls from Utah in Hawaii are ESPECIALLY NOT SUPPOSED TO BE PALE. But, if I were a princess from some far off, seldom heard of country in Europe, being pale wouldn't be so bad. In fact, it'd be expected. Even better - I'd like to be a princess from Eurpoe from two or more hundred years ago. That would be AWESOME!!!! I wouldn't ever have to worry about getting tan - and therefore getting skin cancer. So, that's who I'd be, and that's why.
Write a story about an empty glass
The glass seemed to glisten in the light of the rising sun, sending rays of light off it its broken edge. The pool of dark red around it had stopped spreading hours earlier, but it had yet to be noticed. Derrick didn't notice the jagged champagne glass, and almost stepped on it. He sighed upon seeing it, and bent over, frowning. The party the night before had left quite the mess, but he and the help he had hired spent all night cleaning up spilt drinks and such. It was all cleaned up now, and he was making his ascent to his room, to collapse into bed.
"Steven!" Derrick yelled, "get your lazy behind over here, and clean... up..." His voice trailed off, and he sunk to his knees, burying his face in his hands, and beginning to sob. Steven, a short, old man with terrible eye-sight (and quite possibly Derrick's best friend) began limping towards Derrick.
"Derrick...? What's wrong?" he asked, his voice rasping.
"Clarissa..." Derrick moaned. "Clarissa, the blasted fool...!" His voice rose as he spoke. "I told not to come until this whole thing blew over...! I told her not to leave her home, not to open the door... but look at her...! She should have listened to me - she - she - "
"Derrick, is she dead?" Steven questioned, bluntly.
"Yes!" Derrick yelled. "No pulse! No breath!" Steven squinted, beginning to make out the form of the gentle actress, Clarissa. She was absolutely still, pale, and limp.
"There's no blood," Steven pointed out.
"Poison," Derrick answered, looking like he wanted to rip something - or someone - apart. "Someone poisoned her, Steven... can you imagine what she was thinking? All alone... out here... alone... alone... so alone..." Steven nodded grimly.
"Derrick, you'd best carry her inside and report her death," he said. Truthfully, Steven thought it looked more like Clarissa had just choked. Then again... her face was calm, her eyes were closed... it was a haunting sight, really, he realized. Her long, black hair framed her pale face. Normally, her eyes would be laughing, and Derrick would be whispering jokes in her ear... but she looked so still.
"Not death, Steven, you fool. It was a murder," Derrick said, with a dry sob. "She was murdered..."
"Her murder, then, Derrick, you sap. Carry her inside and report her murder." Derrick nodded, sliding his arms under her.
"Look, Steven... her arm... it's all cut up...!"
"She must have fallen on the glass, Derrick." Derrick nodded again, cradling her to his chest, as he went inside.
***
Days later, it was concluded that Clarissa, the upcoming actress, had indeed been murdered. Derrick gave the entire story to the press, or, at least what he could give - "It wasn't her fault," he said. "She just knew too much about the wrong things - about the wrong people." Derrick paused there, beginning to stare into the distance. "They knew she knew... you knew she knew... we all knew. But no one did anything - and now she's dead. I'll tell you now - " There was a loud, sudden sound, and Derrick gasped, clutching his chest as dark red spread through his shirt.
Shouts rang out through the crowd, as he fell to his knees, rasping something about the safe - the safe - the safe - the safe... then... everything slowly faded out, the shouts, the people, the pain.
A/N: Wow. That SUCKED. *giggles* I promise I'll do better next time. I switched time periods about three times, then settled on not talking abouit it. Then I got really tired less than half-way through... and my family's bein' crazy (teeth losing, barfing, watching TV, eating, drinking [alcohol]...)
"Steven!" Derrick yelled, "get your lazy behind over here, and clean... up..." His voice trailed off, and he sunk to his knees, burying his face in his hands, and beginning to sob. Steven, a short, old man with terrible eye-sight (and quite possibly Derrick's best friend) began limping towards Derrick.
"Derrick...? What's wrong?" he asked, his voice rasping.
"Clarissa..." Derrick moaned. "Clarissa, the blasted fool...!" His voice rose as he spoke. "I told not to come until this whole thing blew over...! I told her not to leave her home, not to open the door... but look at her...! She should have listened to me - she - she - "
"Derrick, is she dead?" Steven questioned, bluntly.
"Yes!" Derrick yelled. "No pulse! No breath!" Steven squinted, beginning to make out the form of the gentle actress, Clarissa. She was absolutely still, pale, and limp.
"There's no blood," Steven pointed out.
"Poison," Derrick answered, looking like he wanted to rip something - or someone - apart. "Someone poisoned her, Steven... can you imagine what she was thinking? All alone... out here... alone... alone... so alone..." Steven nodded grimly.
"Derrick, you'd best carry her inside and report her death," he said. Truthfully, Steven thought it looked more like Clarissa had just choked. Then again... her face was calm, her eyes were closed... it was a haunting sight, really, he realized. Her long, black hair framed her pale face. Normally, her eyes would be laughing, and Derrick would be whispering jokes in her ear... but she looked so still.
"Not death, Steven, you fool. It was a murder," Derrick said, with a dry sob. "She was murdered..."
"Her murder, then, Derrick, you sap. Carry her inside and report her murder." Derrick nodded, sliding his arms under her.
"Look, Steven... her arm... it's all cut up...!"
"She must have fallen on the glass, Derrick." Derrick nodded again, cradling her to his chest, as he went inside.
***
Days later, it was concluded that Clarissa, the upcoming actress, had indeed been murdered. Derrick gave the entire story to the press, or, at least what he could give - "It wasn't her fault," he said. "She just knew too much about the wrong things - about the wrong people." Derrick paused there, beginning to stare into the distance. "They knew she knew... you knew she knew... we all knew. But no one did anything - and now she's dead. I'll tell you now - " There was a loud, sudden sound, and Derrick gasped, clutching his chest as dark red spread through his shirt.
Shouts rang out through the crowd, as he fell to his knees, rasping something about the safe - the safe - the safe - the safe... then... everything slowly faded out, the shouts, the people, the pain.
A/N: Wow. That SUCKED. *giggles* I promise I'll do better next time. I switched time periods about three times, then settled on not talking abouit it. Then I got really tired less than half-way through... and my family's bein' crazy (teeth losing, barfing, watching TV, eating, drinking [alcohol]...)
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