Monthly Archives: January 2012

For One Thousand Words…

I just found this old, old post that I’d written but never submitted. Enjoy, I guess.
I recently downloaded a new app called camera+ and I adore it. In fact, I’ve been going over all more stored photos and tricking them out. They turn out really well (in my opinion at least) and I’m here to show you a few.


A Fit of Confusion

(Warning: Excessively Huge Pictures)

 Right now, I’m not quite sure how I feel. I can’t really get past the extreme-exhaustion-needing-sleep-right-now feeling I’m having. So tired. But kind of…ugh. I don’t even know. I’m not sure if I should be talking right now, feeling as I am.
So…have you guys ever heard of Florence and the Machine? Because they’re awesome. I got their new CD not too long ago and I’m adoring it. But there is this particular song on it that I can’t stop listening to.
It takes me back to Mountain Film last year when this song first really won me over. Have a listen loo. 
And to add onto this lovely mess…here’s a few photos of what I’ve been up to. Since I know I’ve been absent for a while. Having no computer and no wi-fi at home sucks. The only time I get to update is if I stay after school. Like now.
developing my film…such a boring process!
and rinse!

I think this is a good start to my PSA. Haha. Sucker Dave, I’m better than you đŸ™‚

new poster…cheezy but gets the job done

basketball game on Saturday. Wow. Can’t even talk about it. That. Was. SO. Close!

brainstorming is stupid, but I’m good at it. Apparently.

Et Fin!

Wimpy Wimp

Went out for lunch today. Smugglers. Fries are great(very few) and not loving the chicken strips. But hung out with friends. What?!
Had fun at library. Did some college surfing and lots of talking :). I have no idea what I’m doing with my life and that scares me. I’ve always had stuff figured out. Since I was like five. Now I don’t know where I’m going or what I’m doing. I guess I’m finally in the same boat as everyone else.
*Sigh* Saw my crush today. Is that to girly? Eh. I don’t care. Every time I see him I honestly feel like I should write a poem about him (which is definitely way too weird). So I end up staring at him, trying to figure out what I could say and I feel a bit like a stalker.
Arianna told me today that I’m a pushover. Which I know. I never want to cause a scene so I try to stick to the shadows and do what everyone else wants. Which is a bit pathetic, I have to admit.
We were sitting in a restaurant and she asked me to ask for ranch. And I let the waitress walk by three times before asking cause I thought shed just notice or something. And as she’s walking by the next time, I asked in a very quiet voice “Can we get some ranch please.” She stared at me for a moment probably wondering what i said. Then Ari turned to me and said, “Wow, you just let people walk all over you, don’t you?” And it’s true. I’ve never had to speak for myself. There was always someone there to talk for me.
Then she asks, “Are you the kind of person who let’s their mom still order for them.” And sadly I replied that yes, my mom ordered for me. And she asked “How are you going to survive on your own?”
I told her that I only do that when other people are around because I just figure they can do it for me. But when I’m on my own I have no one to be my crutch so I’ll do what it takes. Which I think is true. I find more confidence when I’m alone.
I’m sorry for all the jumping around today, but this is straight out of a journal entry and I never care to edit or leave things out when I’m talking to myself. đŸ™‚

LOTD: Dancing

Lesson of the day:

How to dance like no one’s looking(or like my crazy sister).

Words of Devotion

Know what’s weird? I actually like to read old books now. Ever since reading Emerson and the like, in Lit class, I actually understand what’s going on in books like Jane Eyre and Pride and Prejudice. I love these books.
Classic romance books. Awesome.
My favorite part are the sweet words shared between the two lovers. So many of these quotes, when you think about it, makes me squirm with giddiness. I honestly don’t know how to say what I want to…Ugh! Frustration.
What I’m trying to say is that the romantic quotes in some of the older books are the best. There like a complicated, sweet mess. 
So without further ado, here are my favorite love quotes from my favorite classic books and other books.
I know what it is to live entirely for and with what I love best on earth. I hold myself supremely blest—blest beyond what language can express; because I am my husband’s life as fully as he is mine. – Jane, Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
“…An impulse held me fast, -a force turned me round. I said, -or something in me said for me, and in spirit of me: – “Thank you, Mr. Rochester, for you great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you; and wherever you are is my home–my only home.” Jane, Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
“In vain I have struggled.  It will not do.  My feelings will not be repressed.  You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” Mr. Darcy, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

“Her astonishment, however, was extreme, and continually was she repeating, “Why is he so altered?  From what can it proceed?  It cannot be for me– it cannot be for my sake that his manners are thus softened.  My reproofs at Hunsford could not work such a change as this. It is impossible that he should still love me.” Elizabeth, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he’s handsome, Nelly, but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton’s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire. Catherine, Wurthering Heights by Emily Bronte
“We’ve braved its ghosts often together, and dared each other to stand among the graves and ask them to come. But, Heathcliff, if I dare you now, will you venture? If you do, I’ll keep you. I’ll not lie there by myself: they may bury me twelve feet deep, and throw the church down over me, but I won’t rest till you are with me. I never will!” Catherine, Wurthering Heights by Emily Bronte