Swine Flu?! XD

Haha, this summer has been pretty good so far, (although i have yet to sleep in past 7 am.... :{ ) and i have been doing a ton of stuff! But today I came across something that was actually really funny, although a tad bit sad....in a way.

anyways.... I went to the doctors with my mom, (she was going in for a check up then we were headed to the cinema.) and I noticed as I was walking in all these signs posted everywhere talking about swine flu, and if you had experienced any of the listed symptoms to kindly put on a mask. this I found a little freaky, because it reminded my of something off of a movie where everyone gets infected by this rare disease and it spreads through the country. everyone is wearing masks and then the disease mutates and we all develop slight cannibalistic tendencies......

the point it, It was a little bit scary because it threw me off guard, (I thought the whole swine flu thing was over and done with) and the doctor was making such a huge deal out of this, everywhere you turned there seemed to be a box of masks and a sign.

Finally we make it into the office, and I was waiting for my mom to finish. I don't know how I came across this, but I was listening to my ipod really feeling my music and I randomly looked up. In front of me was the funniest/saddest/cutest pictures ever......
It made me laugh so hard when I saw it, because it was just so out of place in the professional doctors office, and "really?" I thought, "Winnie the pooh?" I ust had to take a picture of it, (sorry if the pictures a little bit off, it was my sisters cell phone...) But yes it was awesome, and I dubbed it, an Epic Win!




Oh and yeah, as I posted I think a couple posts ago, I am working on a painting, well i finished coloring it, so here is a picture on the updated version of it......

shes a coming along, and I hope I can pick up some acrylics and a canvas board soon! (I am soo excited to start actually painting it!) Painting will be the real challenge.




"We have an escaped convict in hiding in the country side near Christchurch, Dorset, England (true story). He has avoided police for over three months. They say he won't catch the swine flu because the pigs can't catch him!" -Anonymous-

Goodnight!

Friends

I have come to a realization, my life would totally suck, if i didn't have the friends and people in it that I have now. Friends are a huge part of my life, (in fact I just got back from a bonfire/BBQ/summer party) and without them nothing would be the same. Friends are so amazing, they are there to support one another, there to relieve stress, there to help each other out, there to talk to, there when your happy, there when your sad, and best of all there because they truly care about you.

I have such amazing friends and it is their little quirks, (like wanting to be beyonce, :D or teasing me to no end about how old men are disturbingly attracted to me, apparently) that make me smile, (well when Im not thinking WTHeck am I doing with these crazy people! :S) and love them even more. Even though they are all nuts, (isnt everyone?) they are truly the best people in my life. And Although I have two more years of high school I already feel sad about leaving, because I know that things will change and people will move on, I only hope that things will work out for the better and that each of them find the happiness I know they deserve. they have given me so much, I hope in the long run they get it back.

Here's to friends!

The Best Of friends
(By Jill Wolf)

the best of friends,
can change a frown,
into a smile,
when you feel down,

the best of friends,
will understand
your little trials,
and lend a hand

the best of friends,
will always share,
your secret dreams
because they care,

the best of friends
worth more than gold,
give all the love,
a heart can hold.....

GOODNIGHT!

My New Project!

Yeah! I have finally decided what my first major project for the summer will be. (Hint, hint, it involves the paint in the photo above. :) It all started the last day of class right before break when I went to go see what my marks were. I was talking with my french teacher who noticed the painting I was carrying, (my religion art assignment) and she really liked it, and started to hint I should make her something. I was like, "OK I guess" not really promising anything but not saying no either, and it is now that I have decided to follow through with this mini assignment. I asked her what she wanted me to paint, she, (to my great relief!) left it entirely open, so I was pretty excited. And today, (after reading Tuesdays with Morrie!) I was feeling rather inspired. So I drew. And this is what I came up with..... (be warned it is still rough, this is the first stage drawing...)

I drew this up thinking about my French teacher, she is really an amazing person, one f the most honest and compassionate people I know. She is also very religious and spiritual, so I decided to throw that component into the piece as well.

This piece has three different parts, Hope, Happiness, and harmony. the hope is in the butterflies, butterfly's are, (and always will be!) my symbol for hope. The are a symbol of new beginnings, growth and rebirth. they are beautiful to look at and are always the little spot of color that brighten my dim days. they are the hope. Then, there is the Happiness, (now comes the religious parts.) In my faith we believe that every Human being is called to happiness. We are all given a purpose in life, and that is to be truly happy. But, we are divided between what we want and what God wants, which sometimes makes us unhappy. But in the end we are always drawn towards that happiness. this is what that ball of light in the center of the painting is. It is the root of happiness on this earth, (and the little circles spontaneously thrown about, are also pieces of the large happiness.) Lastly we have harmony. my french teacher believes in balance, and is constantly balancing things. In this picture everything is balances, and moving in the same direction. The two major butterflies are opposite, (bringing in my own Ying-yang) and the the mini butterflies are all going the same way, and if you notice the positioning of the right side corners are the same and the left corners are the same, and the center of each side are opposite, this was all on purpose, to balance every piece of the picture.

Anyways, now that I'm done my artistic rant, I have a few questions and would love your opinions on them. first I was wondering if I should paint it in black and white, or color? the other question was, does it look too busy? Thanks so much, I am off to go and get some rest, but will be back tomorrow for a very late night blog. (my friend is having an end of the year, vacation departure BBQ party. )

"may the wings of the butterfly kiss the sun, and find your shoulder to light on, to bring you luck happiness and riches, today tomorrow and beyond." _(Irish Blessing)

Goodnight!

A Sad Reality.

Today was an interesting day for me. Although it rained for most of the day, I have never felt so bright. It started off pretty normal, going to church, the priests retirement party, and shopping. Nothing so extraordinary, but it was amidst these things that I started to notice other things....

I was shopping in the grocery store going to get some burgers for my friends BBQ party, when I began to think about something my religion teacher said.(she has been the most influential teacher I have ever had and if she reads this she should feel super proud of herself for being exceedingly awesome. :) she was speaking to us on one of the last days of school, about how people today don't communicate like they used to. We have been so distracted by our own lives that we forget sometimes that others have a life too. She was saying to us how in our lives today, people have become so secluded that the only way we ever respond to one anthers presence, (I'm talking about those strangers in the grocery store.) is if we are bumping into each other, or if we are doing something negative.

While I was shopping this little class came into my head, and I decided to look around. What I saw was sort of upsetting. People everywhere were shopping around me, but no one was even paying attention to anyone else, it was all robotic, as if they really didn't want to be there but were there for necessity. People would be staring at someone then as that person they are staring at turns to look at them, they would turn away. or they would avoid aisles with more people in them because they didn't want to have to wait for people to get out of their way because they were busy. It was almost as if everyone had no care for anyone else, it was all about what they needed to do and nothing else. Then I looked back on my own past shopping trips and was really upset with myself. I had been no different.

I myself would be the one avoiding aisles, looking at the ground instead of in eyes, mumbling an excuse me as I quickly walked around someone, and trying to get in and out desperately without being noticed. I was just as bad. So I decided to do something. On my way to the check out line, I decided I was going to smile at as many people as I could and actually start to talk to some of these people. I got into line and was waiting, the cashier said her mandatory soliloquy of "Hello How are you today?" and I responded cheerily back and asked her in turn how she was, she smiled and said it was going great. then when she asked me if I wanted any bags, (which now cost 5 cents per bag! ) I said no, then turned to the random lady behind me and said, "It really isn't worth it!" who just laughed at me and said, "ya, I'll just carry it thanks, "

It was here I realized that there are so many different stories in the world if you think about it. Just look at yourself, how many things have you experienced in your life? How many stories do you have to tell when your with friends? You can spend hours at a time talking to someone about all the random things you have done in the past, and never get tired. Now, think of all the people in the world, so multiply the number of stories you have my 6.5 billion. That is our world.

The moral of my shopping trip today, no matter how many things that are going on in my life right now, I can't complain, because what I think is so difficult and depressing, some people find trivial. There are a lot of people, a lot of stories, never take anyone for granted, you don't know what they can be going through.

Now, I pass this onward to anyone reading, that when you go on your next shopping trip, make someone feel good about themselves, complement them, talk with them, or just even smile at them.

"Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the power to turn a life around." -Leo F. Buscaqlia

Goodnight!

My Plan For Summer

*sighs* Summer is here at last, but I'm not all happy and excited like most my friends are. Truth is, I love school. I know this probably sounds completely ridiculous, but I love school so much. I am the type of person that enjoys getting homework, being in fifty million clubs every day of the week, and working on top of that, I just don't know how to relax. I just dont know what to do with myself when I am NOT doing something. It's like a disease really, being unable to relax myself and just be. So I have decided that this summer I will make blogging my new obsession.

I have decided to plan certain events and things throughout the summer that I will immerse myself in. If I can do this then maybe I will be able to save my sanity. I made a little list of ten things that I've decided to follow through with this summer....


1. Paint a new picture to give to my awesome french teacher. (She asked me the last day of school after seeing my art portrait to paint her something she can hang in her house. I will definitely do this!)

2. Read every day. (Right now I am reading a book called Better than Chocolate, and Monday I'm starting -Thanks to Jessica from Log in and Blog in- tuesdays with Morrie which I am super hyped to start.)

3. Work out daily (I've discovered wen i am bored, i tend to work out more, so I figured why not? It's great and healthy and I am so going to work out daily!)

4. Get hyped about Dominican Republic (I am leaving on the 22 of July and am staying a week, so I have made it my mission to hype myself for the trip and shop and pack and get ready.)

5. Hang out with my friends, (I notice that every year this happens you make friends with people in school and relationships are thriving and then come summer time everyone does their own thing and by the time you meet again in September everything about the person has changed and it seems like you don't know them, so I am going to make an effort to hang out with everyone before September :) )

6. Enjoy the sun! (I live so very close to the beach I have made it my mission starting Monday night to walk down to the beach every single day and enjoy the heat the sun and hopefully tan my awfully white legs, :S)

7. Begin every day positively and never go to sleep with a headache. (This is the new philosophy I want to apply to my life, where i begin each day with positivity and think of everything that will go right, as well as never go to sleep unhappy or unsure. this will be my steps to positive thinking.)

8. learn a song or two, (Recently I have re fallen in love with my piano, and I so would like to learn somemmore songs to play and perform when I do get back to school, oh and I would also like to change a song into an acapella piece for the annual Talent show at school, I am super excited about that.)

9. Write and Blog about my day every night. ( I want to start a sort of documentary for the summer. every night writing about something that has happened or something that caught my interest that day and share it will everyone. I will title it by day, starting that on Monday the First Official day of summer.)

10. Relax...for real! (as I have said before I am not the type of person who Just randomly relaxes for no reason, I just don't know how to do that. So, to cure my poblem I have decided that i am going to make an effort to really learn to relax and take everything easy this summer. Hopefully it all goes well, XD)

Anyways, what do you have planned for your summer, anything as interesting, *note sarcasm, lol* as mine?

"Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop." - Ovid

GOODNIGHT!

Annoying Neighbors....

Ugh, I bet you we have all had that experience where there is just that one next door neighbor that just drives you up a wall. You do the good things, mind your business, work your own life, and even try to make the time and actually put effort into talking with this person/s. But, no matter how many muffin baskets you send this person has just put it into their mind to make your life a living hell.

Ever since we moved into this area, so about nine years ago, we have had problems with this lovely neighbor of ours. (I am going to keep this absolutely anonymous for obvious reasons.) No matter what anyone on the block does, they just want to make everyone's life more difficult. I swear this person must have the towns inspector on speed dial, because he is the first to complain when something does not meet his very snooty approval.

We live in a very rural area, so everyone one here lives on fair chunk of land, this person makes it their life duty to walk around the block scrutinizing everything. this person got our neighbors pot belly pig removed because he didn't think that it was a proper pet, everyday they walk their dog around the street and it has become trained to crap on our driveway, oh yes and the most recently, snooping on our property and calling the inspector because and I quote, "It was littered with garbage." Needless to say, the inspector came and didn't see any garbage around, (minus the couple bottles that the neighbors thrown into the forest or something,) But, for him to have seen that he would of had to walk through our backyard.

I really don't understand people like this and wonder what it is that gives them this satisfaction, what goal are they accomplishing by ruining other peoples happiness? Have you ever come by this? Had one of those annoying, prying, nosy, or slightly evil neighbors?


"All that attention to the perfect lighting, the perfect this, the perfect that, I find terribly annoying." -Meryl Streep

GOODNIGHT!!!!

Finally its Here! (radomness)

Oh my goodness gracious me, I have finally finished exams and I can breathe! this week has been very hectic but it seems as though everything is working in my favor right now. *knock on wood.* the exams weren't as bad as I thought, and that Job interview I had, you guessed it... I GOT IT THE JOB! so its been pretty great!

Tomorrow I don't have school but I am going to say goodbye to all my friends and teachers for the summer. A few of my favorite teachers are leaving this year and it has been really upsetting because they taught me so much, one of them even inspired me into becoming a religious ed teacher. But, they were transferred to my cousins new school, (40 minutes away!) so during special events hopefully I'll be able to sneak a visit. so it isn't too bad i guess.



As for the summer I plan on doing some more blogging, hanging with friends and chilling at my new job. Major highlight will be in late july, Dominican Republic for a week! 4 star resort not paid for by me because it is a wedding, and I am an important guest, lol. Not really but whatever, its only a distant cousins of my mothers. :) Idont know what it is but i am just having such a giddy moment, watch, lol tomorrows blog will be absolutely depressing. Or, maybe the advice my teacher gave me about living in the moment is actually working? Maybe I am just seeing all the positive things in life? Who knows!

Anyways as you can probably tell I am rambling on about nothing in particular, so anyone have any ideas on what I should blog about tomorrow?
oh!

Random Question: If you could create any flavor of chips, (that hasn't been invented yet) what would it be?

(me personally it would be brownie flavored chips because I am a choco-holic and love sweet foods. )


"Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it."

- Groucho Marx

Goodnight!

Stressed to the Max!

Oh my goodness, this has been an excruciatingly long week, and it is yet to end. I have had no time to myself lately and I am just going crazy all I have seen in front of my eyes have been notes and textbooks for a week and a half. I have had two exams so far, a job interview, a catering job (with my mom) and I still have two more exams tomorrow (religion and English). Yay another two essay questions. *rolls eyes and groans*

I dont know about you, but when I get stressed about school especially, I start having strange things happen. I start having very odd nightmares involving writing my exams, (most of the time failing) or I dream about studying all night (which can be a good thing its like reviewing in my sleep, lol) But it just drains me, on top of that all sometimes my hands start shaking and I end up eating cream cheese bagels and craving fresh fruit. Its weird how I react to stress, I like it because I get to work myself into overdrive and discover new limits I never thought I had, yet I hate it for the other side effects on me, (shaking, energy loss and stomach problems.) I don't know, Im curious to know now, how do you react to stress? Are you like me with strange dreams, bagels, and exhaustion or are you one of those few lucky people who just never get stressed?

Hopefully I will be able to write a proper blog entry soon, thanks for putting up with my extreme tardiness, :)

"stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you haven't fallen asleep yet." -Anonymous

Goodnight!

I am Such a Klutz!

Hahaha, I am still laughing over the idiotic thing I did today, exactly two days, mind you, before my first interview, this will make a great first impression.... :S Lets start from the beginning then shall we...

This weekend has been so hectic for me it is ridiculous, I have been studying for my interview, studying for exams, and helping my mom with a major catering job that she will be serving out tomorrow. Anyways I had been helping my mom all day to make lasagna and butterfly chicken breasts, (which is a lot harder than it sounds!) and my back was just killing me, (I had cut about 100 chicken breasts at this point.) and i just wanted to take a nap. So, my mom says, as soon as i finish I can go and sleep. I was all excited because I was exhausted the rest would be welcomed, and it worked out because I could get some more studying in later.

So I finished cutting and went into my room. I was about to fall asleep when my mother tells me to do one last favor for her, and get the cooler bag off of the high shelf in the laundry room. I didn't want to do it, but did it anyways thinking its probably easier to do it than argue with her. I went into the laundry room looked at the shelf and inwardly groaned. I really didn't feel like climbing onto a chair and getting the bag, but I did notice it was hanging slightly off the edge, so maybe, I thought, if i could just grab a hold of it, I could pull it down. At the time this seemed perfectly logical to me. I felt stupid afterward.

I jumped up with one perfectly graceful leap and snagged hold of the bag. "Yes" I thought, "Bingo!" but.... (and there always is a but.) I failed to notice in my mini triumph that the bag was under about a four pound wicker basket. I got the bag, but not before the basket got me, I felt before I saw what was happening and heard the thump, snap, as the basket bounced off my face and then it the floor. I stood there for a few second in shock, I was honestly not expecting that, and then the eye that was hit began to tear. I am a bit confused at what happened after that but I remember running to my moms room laughing saying, "Mom!, I think I just gave myself a black eye!"

She looked at me gave me one of those, "only you would do that" looks and started to laugh. Then it dawned on me I could be potentially sporting a black eye and I have an interview on Tuesday. What a great first impression. Great job Kassandra, great job. :S

"I wish I could blame it on the choreography, but it's not a musical. I just had a clumsy moment."
-Delta Burke

Goodnight!

Tasting the Rainbow....

Imagine a world where every sound was not only heard, but seen with tones having their own colour and tastes associated with them. Whenever you heard the note "G" you would see something like a blue ribbon type light and taste something sweet in the back of your mouth. Every sound that you heard walking down the street would be like a menagerie of color before your eyes and a multitude of tastes. For some, this is a reality, and is a genetic mutation known as Synesthesia.

Synesthesia I think is the most unique and amazing mutation a person could ever get, and I wouldnt mind being blessed with this amazing gift, because it changes your perception on the world and makes you view life from a different angle. This mutation, fuses, or blends together two or more of a persons senses. For some, every time they hear music they may see colors and taste. for others when they hear someone talk they see the words spoken in different colors in front of their eyes. Others may feel something when someone speaks, or smell what they hear. It varies.

This condition is one hundred percent harmless, and 1 in 200 people are blessed with this incredible mix of sensations, the majority being left handed people, and women. many cases of synesthesia are unknown because most people don't know what is happening to them or think that it is normal. Personally I think this is such an amazing gift, and would love to see a rainbow of colors dance before me every time I hear a song, or a bird chirp or a person speak, imagine how bright the world would be!

"Green is the prime colour of the world, and that in which its loveliness arises." -Pedro Calderon de la Barca

GOODNIGHT!!!!!!!!!

What is Time?

Today we had a really deep discussion in my religion class, (don't worry it wasn't really about religion if you aren't a religious person) and we were discussing time. I dont know how this topic of conversation came up, but we got into speaking about time and how it works. My teacher told us that us humans are the ones who created this sense of time but, in all actuality, time is non existent. There really is only one time, the present. The present is the only time you can make decisions, carry things through and know what will be done. the past, has already happened, and is impossible to change so it can't be counted, and the future is the X factor. You can't predict or plan for the future because the future will be and always is unknown.
If you look at these facts, (Time being only the present, no such thing as the future or past,) then we as human being live terrible lives. 75% of our lives are spent crying, thinking, debating, and hurting ourselves over the past, (the past that once it happens no longer exists) and the other 25% is always spent worrying, thinking and working on things we need to do, want to do, or have to do in the future, (which is also non existent as of right now.) We rarely spend actual time living in the moment, in the now time. Which ironically is the only time that exists. This is the problem with the world and people today, gone are the times where we were just taking time out of our day to meditate, relax, and just "be" in the moment.

We need to forgive and forget about the past, because that moment is already gone, we will never get it back, because it has already become non existent. Those moments in the future, they shouldn't be stressed over because what will happen, will happen. You can't change what you don't know about.

According to my religion teacher, (who has had a horrible past.) the only way we can be truly happy, is if we take time to live. To take pride in the things around us, live in the moment and tell yourself that this moment will be amazing! Because, if you know the moment you live in will be positive, happy, and everyting will work out for you, then your life will be happy because that moment is the only moment that really truly exists.

Sorry, I sort have gone on a rant here about time, but I just found it so fascinating, maybe I'm crazy or maybe we can all really be happy if we just learn to de-stress. anyways, message is;


"Time is free, but it is priceless. You can't own it, but you can use it. You can't keep it, but you can spend it. Once you've lost it, you can never get it back." -Harvey Mackey

GOODNIGHT!!!!!

I am Swamped...

Oh my, I hate this time of year. It is the time of year all students positively dread, where everyone, (including the teachers) are swamped, and guidance, well guidance is just pure chaos. It is...Exam time......

I always, (always!) get incredibly stressed this time of year. Although I do well in school, exams are my worst nightmare. There is always that possibility that I could lose my high maintenance average, and I am just not the studying type. I dont know what it is, but I just cant study. I try, I honestly do, but as soon as I start to work on something half an hour later I am doing something completely different. I swear I have ADD during exam prep week. I will say to myself, "Kassandra, you are going to finish your history exam package today." and I am totally mentally prepared to do it, about a quarter way through it I end up doing sit ups. how does this happen?!

I know it might be because I am a very stressful person, I may not show it much, (or do I?) but I am always worrying about stuff. I look calm and collected on the outside and my marks are always excellent, but I am the queen of procrastination. (in fact I am using this blog as an excuse not to do my exam review..:S...) Ph well what can I say I am just not the sit down and revise kind of person.

Gah, it is really annoying this semester because I have an exam in every class, where as last semester I only had two during exam week. (I don't know how it works in your schooling system but here we have four classes a day each 80 minutes.) But anyways I have a History Exam (World war one to 2010), An English exam (which shouldn't be too bad... i hope), A religious art exam (according to her no one has ever gotten above 80 on.) and a French Exam, (I will need a prayer for this one.) Thank the lord I dont have science this semester, i would have shot myself.

Anywho I better get to sleep to make up tomorrow morning what I failed to study tonight.

"I am prepared for the worst, but hope for the best." -Benjamin Disraeli

GOODNIGHT!

GAH?!

As I am getting older I have noticed there are a lot more things that I am doing and trying for the first time, (All within the past couple years) recently I have gotten my First bank account, first picture health card, (going to be) first attempt at a license, my first set of truly amazing friends, the first time I can think of things beyond my little world, and now....my first job interview. O. M. Gosh. I am terrified and excited all at the same time. Of course it would not be the first job that I have ever had, I mean I have babysat, worked with the town, tutored and even performed with the local theater. But this would be the first time i have ever had a real interview.


it all began about three years ago when I started to volunteer at my local library's children s reading circle. I started to volunteer not only because i needed hours for high school, but also because I love the library and love helping out kids. I fell in love after the first couple weeks and have gone ever since. Being in the library all the time I became familiar with the system and how everything was sorted out, it got to the point where I knew the library better than my own home, lol, (not exaggerating, my grandfather has Alzheimer's tends to move things around, but that's another story...) Anyways... it was just this September when my supervisor told me to put in an application. I figured why not it sounds really great making 10 dollars an our to shelve books, (which really isn't that hard.) and I would be with a unions my schedule and pay cant be messed around with, sounded great. I put in the application.



Then yesterday just as I was getting ready for reading circle, i got a phone call. I was not expecting it at all and I think I left a horrible impression, because first off my uncle was in the family room blaring music and the tv, that's all I could hear, secondly, the dogs were barking as loud as they possibly could at that moment, thirdly my mom was talking with my trying to figure out a date, (which we settled and arranged for Tuesday) and to top it all off just as I was confirming with the lady on the other line, my grandmother starts to yell at me, (in Italian mind you!) asking if I wanted her to start the laundry. The response I got from the woman going to interview me....pure laughter. Excellent. well, at least she wont forget me.

So yes, the point to my incessant babbling is; life is full of firsts, even my grandmother is still experiencing things for the first time! In life, the day that you stop experiencing new things....is the day you really are old!

Experience is not what happens to a man. It is what a man does with what happens to him. ~Aldous Leonard

GOODNIGHT! ;)

Songs in My Life

Hmmmm.... I have been thinking lately, mostly about music and how it interconnects with my life. You know when you just have this one song that you can listen to for eternity, you don't know why but you just like it so much. then, later while you are thinking you discover something about that song, like it connects with a major event in your life. Well this happened to me today. I was compiling a list of 5 songs that I can never get tired of, and as I was doing this I learned a little bit more about myself......

1. Luther Vandross: DANCE WITH MY FATHER
this is a very sad song about a child who's father has just passed away, they are reminiscing of the times that they spent with their father, the things they would do together and how they would do anything to have them back. The child even prays to God to just let their father come back so he can dance with their mother just one more time. This reminds me so much of me, because when I was very young my father passed away and he was the most precious thing in my life, he was always there and did everything for me. Every time I hear this song I cry, because I know what the main character feels, and can relate.

2. Andrea Bocelli: VIVO PER LEI (I Live For Her)
First off this song is in complete Italian, (I speak Italian, and understand it it was my first language) when I first heard this song I thought it was a love song I was like, oh that is so sweet, a love song. But.... after really listening and looking at the lyrics I soon discovered that it is a love song, but not the way I thought it was. It was an ode to music. This related to me, because music is and always will be my sanity I could never do anything without this lovely piece of hope and it was what helps me cope with difficult situations in my life.

3. Wicked: FOR GOOD
This song is about two friends who are parting their separate ways, (Yes from the amazing-musical-which-I-am-so-seeing-in-october-Wicked) This song is what I am using right now for the mini soundtrack to my life, so many people I love and cherished have been leaving or have left me, and this song is my little reminder that every person who comes across my path has walked there for a reason. Nothing is an accident and I was supposed to learn something from everyone of these people. I see it like this, it is always hard to lose someone, if it was easy, then they never really meant anything to you.

4. Coldplay: THE SCIENTIST
this song is difficult to explain, but the literal meaning is that there is this man who has made so many mistakes in his life and relationship, that he completely messes it up with the one he loves. All he wants to do is rewind time and fix it all, but he knows it isn't possible. This is like me in the sense that I know I have done so many things in my life wrong, and I wish I could stop things that have happened or change the outcome of an event, but I know it just isn't possible. This is my mini masochistic part of me that just keeps reliving the moments where I haven't been able to forgive myself.

5. Susan Boyle: WHO I WAS BORN TO BE
This song is my personal anthem for this point in my life, it talks about a girl who has gone through so many tragic and horrible experiences but that she has come out of it alive, and although she may not know the answers to all the questions in her head, she can finally admit to herself that she is free. Free to think, free to aspire, free to be who she wants. She is ready to face the world ahead of her although she does not know what she will do, she knows its her turn to do something big and re create herself. This is my anthem!


"Write to be understood, speak to be hear, and read to grow..." - Lawrence Clark Powell

GOODNIGHT!

Stargazing.....

Have you ever just had those nights, where you tend to just look out your window and stargaze? Today I had one of those nights, and I started to think about the moon, and this old wives tale about it. They say, (I don't know who they are either, don't worry) that when you look at the moon, it alters your sight. Every time you look at the moon the way you see and perceive things changes, I don't know if this is true or not. But ever since my friend told me this, when I star gaze and look at the moon my mind starts to wonder if it really is true. I decided to write a little something about the moon, I was inspired, so here it is!

Lady of the Night

somber silence enfolds the earth,
the night is young, the world is stilled,
the whispers pf the dying hearth,
inviting in the frosted chills,

there she is in heavens sight,
gazing down at slumbered guests,
coating them in silver light,
beckoning them to join the quest,

she knows of all that they hold,
their dreams, their terrors, their earthly thoughts,
she chills their body with their cold,
and chooses them, another's caught,

a temptress with her radiance,
she calls them to behold her,
drawing them, their innocence,
seems to make her colder,

for she, the lady of the night,
is not what she may seem,
her coolness changing into fright,
as she plagues, 'most every dream,

altering judgment before the start,
contorting all they thought inane,
once in the grip of her cruel heart,
they'll never be the same....

she's the lady of the night.


"Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anyone..." -Mark Twain.

Goodnight!

Phst... Who Needs Sleep?

This weekend has been the best weekend EVER! Right now I am blogging from the heart of Toronto, (in a Hotel room,) because I am at the sickest 16th birthday party ever! It all began yesterday morning at around 10 am and will go on until 12 pm today, (Sunday). I Have gotten grand total of about 45 minutes of sleep, and I am feeling perfectly fine....i guess. :S Anyways today my topic of conversation, (If you haven't already made the obvious connection.) would be on sleep, and how it is completely overrated.

Who needs sleep? I have made perfect example this weekend that sleeping does nothing to the body. Sure, I may have crawled into a corner at around 3 am and started pretending to "walk" up the wall while balancing a metal table tray thing on my face, but that doesn't count, lol , that's only one downside.... I May have also in a fit of rage because of the lack of coffee, (which was packaged in a tiny plastic bag, and only brewed 4 cups! XD ) Had a nervous breakdown and began to almost cry at how hotel rooms with little tiny coffee cups is a sin. Oh yes, and then there were these little tiny cream thing, that weren't even cream it was called "whiteners" what is that? Really, whiteners? It was honestly the worst, most tragic thing ever!

Tonight was just the strange night ever, five teenagers in a hotel room, lots of food, movies, and no sleep. the awesome part is, that we videoed almost ever hour or so how we were fairing, good lord. I had some issues last night. At one point I remember I was getting a little bit tired so I decided to paint in the hotel room, yeah we got acrylics on the bed, ...sshhhh, no one needs to know about that one. But we did make a beautiful card, it looks gorgeous. Oh yes, we also managed to restrain one of the five of us and draw all over her face, haha, we were going to wait until she fell asleep, buuuuttt, we figured why not just go for it? By the time we were done she looked as though she had gotten hit by a train, blue, green, purple, and pink eyeshadow all over her face. I remember giving her a third eye, and writing HI! across her right cheek with eyeliner. She looked so bad, we got a lot of pictures.

Oh my, and I don't even remember what time I ended up falling asleep, all I know is that apparently I looked like i was dead, I was lying on my back with my hands across my stomach, and my knees bent upwards, funny thing is I don't even remembering feeling tired when I went to sleep, I just closed my eyes and like 45 minuted passed. Oh well, but yes my point is....I NEED SLEEP!

"this is a SIN!!!! Why are the coffee cups so small! And what the hell, coffee in plastic bags?!" -Me, at 2:41 AM

Goodnight, err....Morning?

Karma anyone?

Recently I have noticed some things about me that I don't know maybe you can classify as superstition, or maybe i'm just one hundred percent OCD. :D But I tend to do some really odd things that are hard to explain but it is all for this good luck or as some people call it good "Karma". One thing I do, is I always, always have to knock on wood. It is my anti irony charm i guess. When someone says to me, "not to worry, you'll do fine," instantly I knock on a piece of wood, i have to because I know if I don't there isn't that irony protection and I will end up screwing up.
Also pennies for some reason, when I see pennies on the ground, in order for me to pick them up, they have to be on heads, its like my signature side of the coin. If the penny is not on heads then it is not lucky and not for me. Also with pennies when I see that I have a few extra in my wallet, I will place them in random spots, but I always make sure they are on heads. I do this to bring myself luck, because I don't need this coin, then maybe someone else does, and if they do, i get the 'good karma." I know I probably sound nutters, but really I do this!
I also try as hard as I can to do as many good things as possible, because they also bring in that "good Karma'. I notice when I do these good things, I tend to get good things in return. Like I once held open a door for a complete stranger at the library, then a week later my hands were full of stuff and I couldn't get the door open to the laundromat, what do you know... the same lady opens the door for me! Coincidence... I think not! ;) But anyways I have also found that bad things bring not so nice things in return. Tis happens all the time when playing cards I will be winning then I start to brag, and then what do you know, I epicly lose the winning hand.
Yes, there is a point to this rambling babbling, what I was curious to know, is that am I the only one who does these things and seems completely off her rocker, or do other people do this to? Do you believe in karma, good, bad luck, or even what some people call, "energy" good and bad..... what is your thoughts on Karma and superstitions?

"All of us have bad luck and good luck. The man who persists through the bad luck - who keeps right on going - is the man who is there when the good luck comes - and is ready to receive it." Robert Collier

Goodnight!

OSAID

I am so upset with myself, I missed blogging yesterday and I have been trying to blog about one thing a day.... oh well I missed it for a good cause, I was at my cousins house to attend an OSAID, (Ontario Students Against Impaired Driving) conference this morning. Which brings me to what I am going to write about today....


Drinking and driving is something that really bothers me. Its is something I am definitely against, and something that I would never allow someone I know do. It makes me angry that a person would do something so stupid as to try and drive a motor vehicle while they are under the influence of something. You aren't even allowed to operate machinery when you take things like Gravol because it slows your reaction time, what makes these people think it is ok to drive after a few beers? It bothers me even more when people decided to to this, AND bring someone into the passenger seat. If you are going to risk your life for something stupid, please don;t bring innocent people into it.

Being on OSAID has shown me so much about the world of impaired driving and honestly it is scary. Drinking and driving is the number one killer in Canada. Every day people are killed because they were either a passenger to an impaired driver, the driver, or were just an innocent bystander to the entire event. When you drive impaired, you are not only putting yourself at risk, but also the people who are on the roads, and the people who travel with you.

Sorry, im probably on a rant here, but this is something that seriously bothers me. But once you have seen some of the effects of alcohol and have seen crash survivors first hand you begin to understand why our teachers, parents and groups such as OSAID and MADD exist. What do you think about alcohol? About driving impaired, or on car crashes in general.... in fear of speaking for eternity, I'm going to stop here. :)

"Drinking and driving: there are stupider things, but it's a very short list." ~Author Unknown

Goodnight!

Just Another Crystal Glass

|today I was feeling more mysterious and decided to post a short story that I wrote this year for school. It was an English assignment that I worked so hard on to get the mark I did get, and in the end the only deduction was one capital missing. Anyways enjoy!

Just Another Crystal Glass

June 9th 2006


They say that time heals everything, but I now know the truth. In all my years thriving on this planet earth, I have never felt as I do now. Think of a crystal glass slowly spinning on the ledge of a building. We people are this glass, teetering on the brink of disaster, never able to see how far we could potentially fall, and always trying to protect ourselves from what we know nothing of. Now, watch the glass slowly spin, see it as it shines in the light of the sun, feel the wind as its breath envelopes the unsuspecting glass, and watch the glass as it is thrown from its sheltered ledge. The shattered remains of this glass are now me, forever broken, forever fragmented, and forever lost.
My name is Jane Williams, born in Ontario Canada, raised by my kind hearted and loving mother, and sister to Marylyn, one of the sweetest 9-year-old girls in the world. I have always been able to find the light in any darkened place, but that was before I lost everything I had ever lived for. I write this book in hopes to stop what life I do have left from further deteriorating, to keep my shards intact.

May 1st 2006

The sun shone through the leaves of the forest trees, leaving ribbons of golden sunlight paving the walk before us. A warm wind softly blew, warming my spirits as it flowed through my long blonde hair. I stopped in the middle of the path and smiled as I hear Marylyn call out.
“Jane! Jane! Look at this!”Marylyn skipped in front of me, freckled face grinning as she hoped up onto a large boulder. My heart seemed to stop for a few moments when her small childish arms flailed around her as she regained her balance. Then suddenly, she stilled. I tried desperately not to laugh as she began to try and balance on one foot while making slow motions with her arms. She then changed into a strange position in which she looked almost as if she was a frog, her little blue checkered dress flowing around her peacefully, and her strawberry blonde hair forming a sort of halo around her head. She was a picture of peace, the most wonderful and friendly sister a person could ever have.
“This,” she began to tell me in a very calming relaxed voice, “Is what Anne-Marie calls-“ I never got to hear the rest of the sentence; suddenly Marylyn did something I can never forget. The wind no longer felt as friendly as it did before, and the trees grew into an eerie confinement, as my sister Marylyn fell for the first time. Marylyn’s innocent body began to quaver a top the rock, and her arms fell to her sides as she fell to the ground in a fit of sickness. For the first time n my life I was truly scared. I ran to her side, and held her close so that her thrashing arms would not harm her, and screamed for help.

May 15th 2006

They say I did the right thing, that day back on May 1st, but I still can’t help but feel that it was my entire fault. If I hadn’t have taken the long path home Monday evening instead of the usual route, maybe I would have been able to get her to the hospital faster and she wouldn’t have to suffer as much as she is now. For 15 days little Mary has been hooked up to machines, tested, poked and prodded, and we still don’t know what is wrong with the poor dear. Mother and I have been taking turns staying overnight in the hospital so that she is never lonely. It’s so hard to believe that the once bright, cheerful, Sunkist little girl has become so pale, sickly, and weak.
It is now 6:00 pm, and I wait for the results of Marylyn’s latest test. I begged mother to go home and get some sleep, insisting that I could handle it on my own; Mary backed me up saying she didn’t wish her to lose sleep over her, and with no choice mother left. It is during these times that Marylyn and I take time to stay sisters. I tell her tales of princesses and castles, and she tells me of her invisible friend Carry. We laugh and joke, and try to distract ourselves from the white walls surrounding us. But today, is not one of those days and I sit worried while Mary eats her dinner.
“Jane,” Marylyn says quietly. I look up and meet her sad little blue eyes. “Please,” she says softly. “Don’t worry about me, I will be ok. I can feel it, I’m getting better.” I look at her; she looks so pure, so naive.
“I know,’ I said, “But I can’t help worrying, you’re my sister.” Mary gave me a little smile and nodded, it was then Doctor Morsoe, a little eccentric but kind, old doctor walked in.
“Good evening ladies,” he said cheerfully. This was a good sign. “I just went over the latest tests, and it appears as though you my young lady,” he says to Mary, “will be able to go home by the end of this week.” We all smile at him. Definitely a good sign.

June 6th 2006

He lied to us. The good news bearing doctor lied, he said she would get better, and he was right, until today. She had what they call a relapse, what the countless dictionaries define as, “To fall back into illness after convalescence or apparent recovery.” I have come to a conclusion that life is not fair. How could this be happening to such a young and innocent child? More and more frequently I find myself worrying, and no longer care about my education, or myself for that matter. This worries my mother, but I know that I am but a small price to pay, as long as my sister can recover.
And now I wait outside of her hospital room as they try to stop her seizing. It happened just like it did on may first, but this time there was no one with her. She was alone asleep in the middle of the night, and could have been convulsing for hours. This worries me more than anything and I fear she might not recover. Tears begin to leak down my reddened face as I think of a life without my little sister in it. I think of everything she would never do, everywhere she would never go, and shudder at what she would never see. And all because of me.
It was a good thing that the doctor decided to come and get me then else I might have drowned the hallway with my tears. A tall, tired looking, young doctor came to my mother and me slowly. This was definitely not a good sign. “Mrs. Williams?” He said slowly,
“Yes” My mother replies tiredly.
“We stopped your daughter Marylyn’s seizure, but the results aren’t good and we don’t know how long she will be stable for. We think it may have caused her some brain damage, I’m very sorry.” He says sadly.
“May I see her?” My mother asks.
“Not as of yet, but, Marylyn wishes to see Jane.” Immediately I bolt, my sister needs me.
I run into the tiny emerge room only to find a horrible site in front of me. My sister looks sicklier than ever, her once beautiful strawberry blonde hair is matted and her face is pale and covered in a cold sweat, her body is still trembling, and her lips are a strange shade of blue. She looks at me as I enter the room, and begins to speak in a nearly inaudible whisper. “Jane, Jane, look at this.” She says with a tiny smile. I begin to cry at once, that is exactly what she said to me on the first of May. “I thought I was going to get better, but I know I’m wrong, I am very sorry.” She says with a hurt tone. I look at her angrily.
“Don’t say that, you will get better!” I tell her. She only gives a small little laugh, if you could call it that.
“Jane, look at me.” She says softly. I look at her ashen face. “My head is broken, and I can’t think right. Promise me something Jane.” I look at her and my lip begins to tremble. Her tiny little form begins to shudder as she starts to struggle for breath. It sounds as though she has been running for a long time. “Promise me that...” She starts to fall asleep, so I shake her panicking.
“Promise you what?!” I say strongly. She instantly opens her eyes as though she has been shocked awake and continues.
“Promise me that no matter what happens to me, that, that you will forget this moment. I don’t want you to ever remember me like this. I want you to move on with your life, have fun, dance, and grow up. Once everything is over, never think of me again, it is no use living like this, I don’t want you to get stuck, like me, like my head. Like my head, stuck in the past. Past. Past.” I couldn’t help it, tears began to poor off my face, and I began to sob, I held my little sister in my arms as her breathing became laboured once more. “Jane this,” she said and I looked up at her still crying “is what Anne-Marie calls-“and I never got to hear the rest of the sentence. For my little baby sister breathed her last.

One Year Later

June 9th 2006

They say that time heals everything, but I now know the truth. In all my years thriving on this planet earth, I have never felt as I do now. Think of a crystal glass slowly spinning on the ledge of a building. We people are this glass, teetering on the brink of disaster, never able to see how far we could potentially fall, and always trying to protect ourselves from what we know nothing of. Now, watch the glass slowly spin, see it as it shines in the light of the sun, feel the wind as its breath envelopes the unsuspecting glass, and watch the glass as it is thrown from its sheltered ledge. The shattered remains of this glass are now me, forever broken, forever fragmented, and forever lost.




"One very important aspect of motivation is the willingness to stop and to look at things that no one else has bothered to look at. This simple process of focusing on things that are normally taken for granted is a powerful source of creativity...”-Edward de Bono, psychologist and writer

Goodnight!

Blog Song Challenge!!!!!!

Today I decided to try something new, recently it seems as though my inspiration well has dried up, and I came up with an idea while on the phone that I think might solve my problem. this magical remedy is....A Blog Song Challenge! XD, the rules to this challenge is, you must put your ipod, itunes, Mp3 (whatever stores your music) on shuffle and the first song that comes up, you have to listen to, then while this song is playing you write whatever the song makes you think of. You must post the name of the song, the band/singer, and a link to the song. So here goes nothing, I am going to attempt this.....

Shuffling....

Song: What Have you Done Now
Band: Within Temptation

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c7259YfbcQ8


Alone she sits in a secluded room, thinking of the tragedies she has seen, feeling the pain of forgotten friends. Their gone. All of them, every person she has met, everyone she thought were once her friends have abandoned her, just another child of the system. "What have you done now?" the inner demons scream, because after everything that has happened, it is always her fault in the end. Because she was never able to fix the problems she's had.

"I have been waiting for someone like you" she says as she stares at the photos of her once smiling friends. They look back happily like they once were to her. "But now you are slipping away," the frame drops, and shatters as it lands on the gray stone floors. Tears begin to fall from her face, tears that were once enemies have now become her friends. She looks into the mirror, and see's nothing, because she no longer exists. She is lost in life's oxymoron, for is it truly possible to live when you have always been dead?

Length : 4:01

That was it! Hope you enjoyed it, it's a little choppy, but I didn't edit it, just wrote what came, anyways I dare you to try this, it is a lot more difficult than it appears to be! Wow, i don't think I ever typed and thought so fast in my life, anyways have a go at it!

"Imagination is the highest kite one can fly" -- Lauren Bacall

Bonne Chance! (Goodluck!)

Yes, I'm A Teenager....Get over it!

Just the other day, I was at the gas station pumping gas for my mom, (haven't got a license...yet.) we were about to go into he city to visit some relatives. we were having some quality mother daughter time, joking and what not, she was fixing something in her purse and asked me to go get some drinks and pay for the gas while I was at it. I said that was fine, great actually because I wanted some Diet Dr. Pepper, (my favorite drink ever!!) It was all good, nothing seemed odd, until I walked into the little gas station shop.

As soon as I opened the door all eyes were on me. it wasn't even the "oh look someone opened the door" look. It was more of the "keep an eye on her she might rob us of all our jolly ranchers" look. It really made me feel uncomfortable. I tried to ignore them and just go and get my drink from the fridge, but it was like as soon as I opened the door they all tried to get a better look at what i was doing. Honestly, I know I am a teenager, but these people were being just ridiculous. It was like they were waiting for me to pull a gun on them.

finally I got to the front cash and paid, i went back into the car and just tried to forget it all. But it just really bothered me, that because I was a teenager, these people were watching me extra carefully. They knew nothing about me, yet they just presumed this is what all teens do in their spare time. This incident got me thinking about the world. Our world has become such a stereotypical place we tend to judge people on first glance. I confess even I have done this at times, when walking down a busy street I tend to look out for certain people because of "vibes" for all I know they could actually be nice people.

This incident wasn't even the first time something like this has happened. where I live everywhere you go on the little shop doors they will have signs, "maximum three students at a time, no backpacks, or bags..." It is really bothersome that these people will just assume because of a few bad apples, all teens are self absorbed, lying, thieves. What about you? Has this ever happened to you? If so what happened, what did you do?

"Stereotypes are devices for saving a biased person the trouble of learning..."
Anonymous.

Humiliation is the Key to success....

I have come to notice something after 12 years of being in school, humiliation is the key to success. If you are willing to go above and beyond, and even embarrass yourself doing an assignment, you are guaranteed a good mark. I've learned that people love to laugh, when you make them laugh their mood becomes so much better, and when people, (especially teachers) are in a better mood, their marks become more lenient. So what I have been doing lately is making videos for my presentations. Home made movies with my groups, that have a lot of humor and fun to them.

I get excellent marks and I know I shouldn't be complaining, but the major issue is, they are the most embarrassing videos I have ever created! XS For me movie making is an art, and when you get into acting, humiliation goes out the window, you have to be willing to embarrass yourself in order to do something well, with these assignments at school it is the same. the most recent video was all in french, and it was a silent movie with subtitles, in it I had four different roles, camera man, police officer, elderly woman, and the next door neighbor. Not so bad you think, well that's just the beginning.

In the play, all of the vegetables and inanimate objects spoke, this included, the tree, rock, can of peaches, potatoes, branch, harmonica, celery, and a stuffed animal polar bear staring as a dog. So not only were we running through my friends neighborhood screaming random things in french, but we also had faces drawn on the tree, rocks, potatoes and every other prop used. Man oh man, I am soooo glad I don't live in that neighborhood, the neighbors were giving us really odd looks! lol, I feel bad for my friend who babysits her neighbors kids, well you can't say she doesn't have an imagination......

anyways, I'm so excited to hand in this assignment but also really nervous at the same time, because it will be shown to the entire class, an I look like a crazy in the video. Oh well, it will be worth the good seven hours when I get back my mark. ;) hopefully the teacher likes it!


Swallow your pride occasionally, it's non-fattening! ~Author Unknown

GOODNIGHT!!!

That's Nice to Know..... :S

Hello everyone, about two days ago, I was on my way back from school when I noticed just near my house, there were a bunch of police cars. This is not unusual around my house because, (As you can see from the picture above) we have a huge nine acre forest. Because of the huge amount of land, and excellent deer, rabbit, wolf, bear population we have a major problem with illegal hunters, so the police are always doing rounds. We just figured they were doing their regular rounds, so we paid no attention, but for some reason I couldn't shake off that feeling of foreshadowing. Anyways we put it aside and moved on.

It was today I was coming home from school, when my mom calls me into her room she is acting sort of strange but I decide to see what she wants anyways, "Kassandra, you remember when those police we out in the front?" she asks. I said yes because i did, it was the day i had that really weird feeling about them "Well," she said, "they found a body on our property." I was completely surprised, I had no clue what to say, it was so surreal. You hear about these things happening on tv all the time, and in the city, but when it happens so close it really does affect you. So after thinking it over a little bit, I decided to do some research.

Apparently the man found was 57 year old Mr. Lane, he had left his home nine days prior telling his family he would be going on a swim in the water down the street from his home. No one thought anything of it, although they were concerned for him because he needed to take his medication. when he didn't turn up that night they called the police told them it was out of character. the police searched but found nothing. they began to score the area by foot around his home and the lake, and also did air searches, Nine days later they found his body in my backyard.

firstly and more importantly, my condolences go out to his family, and all those who knew him, because losing someone is always difficult.

But, I have to honestly say, that this truly startled me. This tragedy made me realize something that I haven't really thought to much of before. We, human beings, take too much for granted. Life is a precious gift that we have been given, we don't realize how fragile it is until something goes horribly wrong. We are always concerned for the little things, that we chose to ignore the beauty and blessings around us. If there is one thing that I take from all this, live life while you still can.

"rejoice while you are alive; enjoy the day; live life to the fullest; make the most of what you have. It is later than you think..."
-Horace, (Ancient Roman Poet 65 BC-8BC)

Goodnight, Sweet dreams, and may you have the best of luck.

An Epiphany

Huh... today I had a little bit of a thought. I was thinking about my show choir, and next weeks performance at my schools arts night. I was just living in a haze of happiness, because out of many things i love doing, choir is something I hold close to my heart. I love everything about it, how it is impossible to try to sing it on your own, and how you need to cooperate and listen to everyone around you in order to succeed. I Love how i would stay up at all hours of the night, (sometimes morning) listening to a new piece, learning the tempo, rhythm and parts. Then I had a thought that sort of shocked me, what if, in this world....

There was no music?

No honestly think about this for a second, imagine a world where music did not exist, no school dances, no singing, no instruments. It would be a world that has had it's happiness striped right out of it. All these famous composers, singers, and songwriters would be nothing. There would be no musicals, drama would be less dramatic, and opera, (the foundation of singing) gone. At this point, i sort of cringed in horror, because if in a week there is anything that keeps me sane, it would have to be music.

This is my typical day! I listen to my ipod every morning getting ready for school, I then listen to it on the bus to school, I listen to it sometimes even in class, (though we really aren't supposed to, :S ) I listen to it at lunch, once a week I practice with my choir, then I go home listening to my ipod, I then practice more music, piano and vocal, then after all that if there is time, I watch a movie, (all movies have music!) . Right there was pretty much my day with music, I would never want to be without this precious, beautiful, sound. It would be as though i were living in a bubble, where only what is necessary can get through and the beauty shut out. It is almost as though you are looking out the window to a wonderfully gorgeous summer day, but you are not allowed to go outside. Silently suffering from a distance.....It is days like today that I am thankful for many things in this world, today that blessing was music.


" A painter paints a picture on canvas, but musicians paint their pictures on silence..." -Leopold Stokowski

Goodnight!