Another DREAM!

So last night I went to bed thinking about how cute the movie Valentines day was! SO CUTE! Anyway then I went to bed and had a terrible nightmere, and so random. Ok so as far as i can remember me and three of my friends were wake boarding on these huge waves in the ocean and all of a sudden a shark jumps up and takes a chunck out of our skin. We were pretty scared so we got back in the boat and Sarah was wearing a micky mouse shirt (it was a pretty cool shirt!) Then we went back to this cabin where my whole senior class was hanging out (not very many people.) All of us were hanging out in this small room with one bed and a little tv. Out of no where this girl that was in my senior class (we didnt get along) started killing people. Ok I know I sound like a phsyco right now but thats what happened :( and when she got to me she stuck this needle in me and I could literally feel my body go numb. It was creppy. Then I woke up and it was morning, and I was very happy about it being morning!

A good man is hard to find

I just want to start off by saying that this story is proly going to give me nightmeres tonight. I dont get nightmeres from things like vampires or werewolves but the stuff that happened in this story could happen in real life. There are actually people out there like the misfit. My heart kept beaating faster as the story continued. The thing I thought was cool was that the old lady depended on Jesus. I feel like nothing is going to help you more than the Lord himself. Even though the old lady wasnt didnt make it in the end, she still left all of her faith in Jesus. I know if I were in that situation, I would be praying up a storm because I feel like thats the only defense iv got, (unless i had a gun with me.) I dont really get the name of the story. Ok so there is a big difference between good and bad. When it says a good man is hard to find Im thinking about this guy who treats women wrong, i dont necessarily think of a killer. I feel like the title is saying there is good men and then there are killers. All I have to say is that they should NOT have gone to Florida. The moral of the story....always listen to grandma!

So today in class we talked about the stages in life. The first part of my life was definetley honky dorey!!! I was living the life. Hanging out with my sister....coloring the cat, feeding the horses naked, and vacumming the birds tail up. We lived off the parents and didnt go to school and had fun allllllll day long! Let me tell you what though, me and my sister were lil brats and we got spanked a lot. Anyway Im in the broken stage now. I dont know where my life is going at this time and im on my own from now on. I imagine my life going somewhere like my dream in life, but I dont see it happen. Thats why imagination is so great, cause it makes me very happy. I think it makes everyone happy until they get back to the real life. Im not saying life isnt happy its just that there is tradgedy and harsh things that happens to you, where as in your imagination life is just fabulous!!! Oh and i just want to say I love potatoes!

The story of Daedalus and Icarus

When I first read this story I thought of my childhood once again. I remember the good old days when me and my sister used to pretend to be birds. We would use anything to try to make us fly. We tried umbrellas, bed sheets, and even card board box wings. Nothing worked sadly :( but it was always cool to pretend to be a bird. This story also made me think of children. You them NOT to do something and they do it anyway. Just like last weekend when I babysat my nephew...I told him not to put the cat in the bathtub full of water, but he did anyway. Got a nice big scratch on his face. This story however ended up sadly because the boy didnt get to learn his lesson, his lesson was death. As I looked at the picture on page 858, I saw Icarus' leg sticking out of the water in the lower right hand corner of the picture. His dad, Daedalus, is swooping up in the air at a safe distance from the water and the sun. He doesnt know that his son is being swallowed by the blue water.

I really enjoyed reading the cinderella stories. It took me back to my young days where I dressed up in my princess dress and watched every disney princess movie created. Ok wait....I still watch those movies all the time! Anyway Im going to have to say I liked the grime version of Cinderella best because it wasnt all about love and happiness. I like stories that are strange and random. I kinda felt that way about that story. The wedding is happy and then all of a sudden birds came out of no where and plucked the sister's eyes out. I also thought it was interesting how we talked about the real life of Cinderella today in class. There is no happy ending....there is only tragedy. I dont agree with that. I do think its sad when people close to me pass away but I know they are in a better place. I feel like it is a happy ending, a happy ending that is much better than living here on earth! But now everytime I watch a disney movie im going to think of the lovely characters dieing, so I dont know if its going to be such a disney feeling anymore.

Ground hog day!!!

Welp i woke up at 5:45 to get ready for work....I live out in churchill and I work at 7:30 so kinda have to get up early every morning. I stumbled to the bathroom and took a nice, long, hot shower. Got out put some clothes on, put a little makeup on, did my hair, and put some vanilla body spray on. Went upstairs and ate oatmeal with bananas and drank a glass of water. I then drove thirty minutes to work while listening to Ben Lee and trying to stay awake. I got to work and did my daily work things....bla bla bla. After work I went and worked out...ran, lifted weights, and did some ab things. I then went to math class where I tried to stay awake. After that I ate lunch with my very good friend. I had a salad, yogert, and this peanut butter, chocolate thing. After lunch I went to lifespan class where I watched crowning....it was that moment that I decided im never having children. After the long, disturbing class I went and played a little basketball for about an hour. Then I drove that long drive home while listening to carrie underwood and brand new. I got home and took a thirty minute nap and got up to do hours of homework. Took a break to eat dinner....chicken breast, salad with seseame dressing, and a fruit bowl. Continued to do homework....bla bla bla. I stayed up till about 11 and I couldnt keep my eyes open. Went and got my dog, zoey...she sleeps in my room, she keeps me safe! Thanked the Lord for the day and went to bed. Now I know I left thousands of little details out but seriously it would not make my days story anymore interesting. That is pretty much my day everyday of the week....boring I know thats what your are all thinking, but hey its a little more eventful during the weekends!

My earliest childhood memory!!!

Me and my sister were just weee little ones. I was five and she was four....we were pretty fricken cute! We were the best of friends and were constantly together. Our other best friend was my Grandpa Walker! We went to visit him whenever we got the chance.....he was the best Grandpa in the world!!! Anywho my earliest childhood memory was going fishing in the Highwood creek with our grandpa. He had this sweet little boat along with three fighing poles, worms we dug out of the garden (grandma thought it was the dog digging those holes (; ), and our awesome pink tackle box. It was always the best times. Grandpa would tell us his childhood stories, scary stories, and even funny stories of my mom. We would have competitions of who would catch the biggest fish. He even showed us how to gut our fish we caught.....not my favorite part :( Then after a fun day of fishing he would take us to the Highwood bar for shirley temples!!!! I well always cheerish those memories and I tear up whenever I think of the best Grandpa in the world!