10 5 / 2012
I love PVP, Nylah and BF vs. GF. What an awesome family! PVP NATION SAAAN!
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06 2 / 2012
Without Crayons, The World Would Be Grey.
I know I’m an adult, but there is nothing better than to color with crayons on a Saturday night. I love coloring so much. Much of my coloring comes from the desire to be creative and just be myself. Art is a great form of self expression. Art is also a stress reliever. I love coloring so much that as a care package my family sent me a brand new set crayons and a Disney princess coloring book just so I would feel more at home. In addition to coloring with crayons, there are many other ways to fill the space. For example, there are things such as markers and pencils. But in reality crayons are the only way to go. I don’t know if it’s the feel of the wax against the soft fiber-y paper, or just the sound of the crayon gliding over the surface, but it makes me happy inside. I love coloring. I love coloring so much, that I have 5 coloring books. I will color pages and I decorate our hallway with them. Disney characters are my favorite to color. They are so cute, and it’s so easy to make them look amazing. have this thing about outlining the lines dark than the rest of the colored section. I think it makes it look so much cleaner and it looks a lot cooler too. There are so many different ways to color though and I won’t be conceded and say mine is the best… (even though it is). My sister shades her pictures. It’s like she colors on 3D. It’s really cool because when you step back it looks like you are looking at a real picture. I love coloring, because there are so many possibilities, and no picture ever turns out exactly the same. It’s like a little piece of personality.
05 2 / 2012
I Just Want To Dance Through Life.
I love dancing. Dancing is the one thing that keeps me going when I’m stressed out and need an outlet. I have danced since I was 8 years old, and it has really changed who I am as a person. It has taught me patience, because I have to be patient with myself and others when we are having a difficult time getting a routine down. It has taught me discipline, because you have to be serious about what you are doing if it’s going to mean anything to you in the future. In my opinion, you aren’t a true athlete if you think you are the best out there. There is always someone who will be better than you and you can always improve your own skills. It’s like a videogame almost. The better you are the higher the level you will reach. I can’t wait to get back into dancing, because I love it that much. I always catch myself randomly dancing down the corridor, or wiggling around in my chair when the music is on. To me dance is a way of expression, and it makes me feel good about myself.
05 2 / 2012
I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream For Ice Cream!
I have the greatest memories from getting ice cream from the ice cream truck. My sisters and I would be playing outside with our dolls, making them dance and laugh at each other, when suddenly we would hear the jingle of the ice cream truck, rolling through the neighborhood. I would bolt up from my comfy grass spot, and scream “Ice cream!”. Making a dash for the door, and like an action movie, I would scoot against the walls, and hunt my parents down and demand them for all the money they had, shouting “Stick ‘em up!”. In one stern look I would realize that this tactic doesn’t work, so instead I would turn on my puppy eyes, and my charm. After convincing them of how good I had been that day, they would dig their quarters out and give me my share, and extras for my sisters. As soon as the quarters dropped into my small little palms, I would quick squeeze my parents, and then run back off in the direction I came from, to the ice cream truck. I would wait next to curb jingle my quarters giggling, and when the ice cream truck arrived I would smile and shyly ask for a malt cup with a wooden spoon. The ice cream man would take my quarters and give me a smile, and my ice cream in return. After receiving our ice cream, my sisters and I would always sit down and enjoy our ice cream and continue our game of dolls. I love my memories of the ice cream truck, just thinking about me makes me smile and giggle.
05 2 / 2012
Technological Mumble Jumble
Technology drives me crazy sometimes. I really am not all that technologically enabled, but I can usually figure out what is going wrong. I usually end up entertaining myself when I try to get things done on the computer. But technology annoys me in more ways than me getting frustrated with the program I am running. I absolutely hate it when I am trying to have a conversation with people and they get a text message, and then checkout of what we are talking about for two minutes while they try and send a text back. Is that text really that important that you feel the need to reply this second!? I bet that almost every single one of the texts that are sent can wait five minutes. I’m pretty sure that the person on the other phone is not going to die if you don’t text them back in three seconds! That’s a lot of the reason why I don’t text. It’s distracting enough with the surroundings and people being obnoxious, but add a stupid text message to it all, and I’m screwed over for anything communication wise. When people talk on the phone while they drive is really annoying. I don’t mind when people talk on the phone while they drive if they can handle doing both at the same time, and don’t drive like complete idiots. If you are talking on the phone and everyone is beeping at you, obviously you need to hang up the phone. I don’t see how hard it is to realize how crappy you are at driving to begin with and then you add talking on the phone to it too? Not cool people.
