Inspiration

"Let there  be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another your bread but eat not from the sane loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak  tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow."

- Khalil Gibran

S U M M E R

My mind is taunted by the thought of this summer. Oh my this summer. To be working and running around the mountains and the city. My mind is taunted by the thought of Ryan's farewell. It's taunted by the thought of how I am possibly going to fill in all of the space between us with a pen and paper. It is taunted by snowboarding, by climbing, by running, by health. It is taunted by this French thing. My mind is taunted by location. Location location location. It is taunted by my goals and the steps I take daily to reach them. My mind is taunted by a need for a live band playing so loudly I cannot hear my own thoughts. It is taunted by Ryan's return....in two years. Two years of distance. Two years of growing. My mind is taunted by these exact things every morning I wake up until I am asleep again.

Am I Depressed?

Sad.
Sad.
Sad.
Sad.
Sad.
Sad.
Sad.
Sad.

Obviously I'm doing something wrong. I don't believe in the idea of "I'll be happy when..." I believe in finding happiness in my current situation. But my current situation was my current situation five months ago. I really need a change. I need it so bad. I can't live like this anymore. The only thing I look forward to everyday is running. When I'm done running I don't know what to do with myself. SUU has educated me and I have become a more healthy person. I have discovered new music and bought some new clothes. But my schedule remains. I eat, study, workout, and sleep. I am lonely all the time and I don't know where to go. It feels like I am tied to this campus. There is nothing outside of it. I miss being able to drive to my moms and cry in her arms. I miss my best friends. I am failing at keeping myself happy. I'm failing at being okay with being alone. I want to go home.

Robert Doisneau

I did a report in French on this man and he is really, really neat. He is just a true example of perspective and a real eye for photography. Robert Doisneau est un celebre photographe francais. Il etait ne le 14 avril 1912 dans Gentilly, France. Il est celebre pour son image de 1950: Le baiser de l'Hotel de Ville. He was a really shy and modest guy and had a way interesting background. He did a lot of street photography and took candid's of kids being kids when other photographers weren't looking so much at that. It really goes to show that it is all about the eye, not the equipment and editing software. This man was taking pictures in the 1930s that were just so incredible. Nothing digital, no editing. Just a talent and a beautiful country. I really aspire to be more like him, completely enthralled in what he sees as beautiful in this world. 

List of Goals

Spring Semester 2012 Goals:

Gain flexibility- stretch in the mornings

Body pump- 3 days a week 

Focused running- early morning 

Climb at least once a week

Finish The Lord of the Rings

Step up my study methods

Keep good relationships

Give more

Boyfriend Plans

Mine and Ryan's Christmas Break to-do List:

Go out to a Christmas-ie dinner

Drink eggnog

Go to Temple Square 

Do service

Jazz game

Visit a toy store 

Watch a Christmas Story (And a couple other classics)

Festival of Trees

Drink hot chocolate

Go snowboarding!!!

And then of course I have to go to the Nutcracker with my favorite ladies Sarah Bell and Kamille!

This Christmas will be divine. 

Going Home to Him is Everything

ME

I have worked hard to get to where I am today, and I am only just beginning. I plan on achieving my dreams one step at a time. I could replace the word "dream" with something like "goals" or "ideals". The best part about life is making stuff happen! I just remembered last weekend that my New Years resolution for 2010 had been to run a 5k. And now here I am doing that everyday plus some! It is such a great feeling to be where I know I am meant to be and doing what I love. I have a plan for myself and a direction I'm headed. How great a thought. 

A Plan

This is the plan. I am going to go shopping, and then I am going to take myself out. Out into the city where people can see me and I can see them. And then maybe on a morning not too long after, I am going to grab my snowboard and a friend and we are going to go to the ski resort where you can barely see our faces in all our bundles. And I am going to embrace the trees and the sky and the slopes. Then I am going to drink tea and cuddle up in my new house. And I am going to find all of the little wonderful things about this new place. At the end of the day I am going to thank God for all that I have and for the beautiful world I live in.

Things

Things (captured)-

What is Life

My life is like a big jumble of trying to learn constantly, attempting myself as a girlfriend, building endurance and maintaining lovely friendships. 

Siberia helps me through this life. 

& all of her music for that matter. Saviour will FOREVER be my song. My favorite song.

I remember jamming to it when I was fourteen.
My thoughts then were so different from now.

But then again, not so different.

I have always wanted the same things. The way they look is what changes.

And my ability and drive to make them happen.

I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND

I love my boyfriend.

Lyrics

What a great achievement it was
To get a hotel room this late
I bet they charge by the hour here
The kind of place where you should bring your own UV ray
It's not a big problem with me love
You don’t look that hygienic anyway
I’m only here because
I want to twist the structure of my average day
We feel nothing so jump into the fog
You know that we hit the ground upright
We feel nothing so jump into the fog
I just hope it's your bones that shatter not mine
We feel nothing so jump into the fog
You know that we hit the ground upright
We feel nothing so jump into the fog
What a great achievement it was
To find someone who shirks such little self-restraint
I’m a non-believer but
I believe in these dirty little wicked games
Snakes and ladders abandoned here love
The climb's too rough to slide back down again
I’m only here because
I feel the day deserves a truly sordid end
I’ve made some bad decisions, I’ll admit that freely
Its just that life tastes sweeter when it's wrapped in debauchery
So drop your map, drop your plans, drop your five step program
Because there's not an ounce of faith in this leap
It's clear you feel nothing so jump into the fog with me

Halloween

My Halloween weekend

Fall

Sweaters, sweaters
Boots, boots
Skinny pants, skinny pants
Mittens, gloves
Old beanies, new beanies
Warm drinks
And some winter lovin.

Needing a Job

I want a job. Not just for the money, but for the experience and for the friends. It's almost pathetic how much I miss the girls I worked with at Watson's Orthodontics and everyone at Kneaders. I freaking miss Jessica, Ethan, Ali, Mitch, and everyone. I really just want a job. Come on universe, why don't I have one? Have I not been looking hard enough? I guess I can look even harder.....I don't know when to give up. I don't think I'm going to though. I want a job. I'm ready to work as well as be in school. I know for a fact I can handle both at once. I would really like to be given a chance.

I Am Lucky

I want to say it, and I don't know where else to say it. I am so lucky to have Ryan. He is the greatest part of my life. We get along so well. He is everything I could ask for and more. These last two months away from him have been a huge kicker and assurance of my feelings for him. These last three days together have been like a dream....yeah that's cheesy. I don't know how else to put it though. I wish there wasn't such a time crunch with us, but I am so grateful for the time we do have. Sometimes it's hard to believe that he is actually mine.. after everything that happened with us in the past I never would have expected this. That is one reason why the future scares me. You cannot predict what is going to happen...but as long as I stay on the path I want to be on I know it will work out the way it is supposed to. What we have is really awesome so I'm going to make it stick.

Abundance

Remember when I used to spend at the least $85 dollars per hair cut? And when I was either frying my skin for a hundred dollars a month or bronzing it once a week for $30? Remember when I had to buy gas at least once a week and my tank was always running low? Isn't it crazy how I had a job but I never had enough money? First of all, I like my look twice as much as I did when I was a blonde and neither my skin nor my hair are suffering daily. I am so happy to know what my natural hair color is. It makes me feel super Scottish, which I am. Green eyes, freckles, and light brown hair with that tint of red. I might not have a lot of money but somehow I have everything I need and more. A job will come, I just have to keep trying. But right now nothing is wrong. I have an abundance of everything. I have the things I need, people who love me, and am receiving a wonderful education right across the street.

What I Miss About Home

Things I miss about home:
The streets
The Sugar House dollar theater
The mountains
Alchemy
Green House (I'll admit it)
Gateway
My bank
Kneaders
Jordan Commons
Murray Park
Downtown in general- especially at night
My bed and shower
Michelle's baking
9th and 9th window shopping
The concert venues
Ryan's hizzle
The stop light by my house

and of course-
My family, Ryan, Alyx, Sara, Tan-tan and Breck-breck, and everyone at Kneaders

Lewis and Clark

Along with travelling in unknown wilderness and discovering new plants and animals, the Lewis and Clark Expedition encountered Native Americans of all different tribes and had to communicate their best for ethnological and survival reasons. This example of the language barriers was just funny to me.
"Our conversation with the Tushepaws was held thro' a boy whom we found among them . . . I spoke in English to Labieche. . . he translated it to Chaboneau in French- he to his wife in Minnetaree- she in Shoshone to the boy- the boy in Tushepaw to that nation."
-William Clark

Snowie Lyrics

I'll be the grapes fermented,
Bottled and served with the table set in my finest suit
Like a perfect gentlemen
I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the ancient brick
Where you will sit and contemplate your day

I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
In an open tab when your judgement's on the brink
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
Albums back as your lying there drifting off to sleep...
I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you...
You won't have to strain to look into my eyes
I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zippedstraight to the throat
With the collar up so you won't catch a cold

I want to take you far from the cynics int his town
And kiss you on the mouth
We'll cut out bodies free from the tethers of this scene,
Start a brand new colony
Where everything will change,
We'll give ourselves new names (identities erased)
The sun will hear the grounds
Under our bare feet in this brand new colony
Everything will change

Guys

Guys. I am so excited for fall. I am so excited for winter. Just the thought of the bitter chill of walking out the door, sweaters, boots, the necessary act of heading to the tea shop. Snowboarding. Pine Trees covered in snow. I can watch all these wonderful movies in the perfect environment. Today has been the first cold day of September, and I have been loving it. I just really like the cold season, especially in the city. Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Joy Joy Joy! 

LIGHTS

Solitary Contentment

Yesterday morning was one of those unplanned, wonderful things. It was so simple. I woke up early, no alarm clock needed. French started at eight and, as always, it was a good class. My mind was stimulated and even the pretentious girl who sits next to me couldn't disrupt my flow. Along with our lesson, the Professor showed us the cutest short about two mimes who fall in love. Afterwards, I had no classes and walked back to my dorm slowly, taking in the campus that is so lovely in the morning. With a blank schedule in my hands, I decided to draw out Scott Pilgrim, took my jar of peanut butter, and wrapped myself in a blanket. My room was an ice box even with the sun shining through the window. I never watch movies in the daytime, but it was just what I needed. Myself, Scott Pilgrim, and my jar of peanut butter. Together we made for an excellent morning.
Solitary Contentment

A Perfect Day

Here is what a perfect day sounds like to me, right now. Waking up on a weekend morning knowing first that I have accomplished all of my weekly goals to their best extent. The day is crisp and chilly outside but the sky is clear blue. Watching one of my morning shows with my breakfast, then going for a long run. Afterwards, a shopping adventure for my fall wardrobe. When I get home I shower and put on my new clothes. My hair feels healthy and I am ready to go. I leave the house to spend time with friends; we run around and it is a blast. Eventually I end up with Ryan and we might cook something and watch a favorite movie. Right now Ratatouille would be my pick (of movie). The night is clear also but getting colder. When that is over we have a really good conversation and say goodbyes. I wake up happy the next morning.

This was a post to take up the ten minutes of boredom I had on hand before I left for class.

Style

My Outerwear

Do you ever think you have your style perfectly figured out? I am personally huge on expressing my perspective through my appearance. There are two overbearing styles that I feel are beautiful and comfortable on me. One is natural colors, baggy shirts, pastels, stripes, warm sweaters, light blue cigarette jeans, elegant earrings, incredibly natural looking hair. This style typically brings me to my mountain loving side. The other is short and side parted hair, large hooped earrings, tight shirts with flower designs and puffy sleeves, brighter colors, the cigarette jeans work here as well, short shorts, Yacht sunglasses, excessive rings, and intuitive shoes. This side wants to express my likes more literally through my clothes. It's like Emma Watson vs Lil Debbie. 

To understand what inspires my style in the first place, I'll fill you in. I am mostly doing this to understand myself. I love the feeling of old circus's, Indian tribes, New York in the summer time, Greek ocean sides, grown trees along the side of worthy brick houses, fall colors, winter tea time, the top of the mountain. The looks that connect with these things in my mind are the looks that I follow. There is also the side of me that lives in my nike shorts and longs to wear chaco's on my feet everywhere I go. I spend half of my time in that state.

College Is...

So far, this is what college feels like
A feeling of relief, with a brand new set of flusters.
An open invitation to meet new people, with nowhere to start.
A giant pot in which I can place my non-existent money
A chance to do great things, with self discipline at the top of my important characteristics list.
Southern Utah is beautiful, but I can't wait until I get to breath in Salt Lake again.
I miss my family. I miss all my best friends. Although, I am so happy Sarah and Kamille are here. Incredible girls! That's a shout out to you srb, haha.
To live at school is a lifestyle I was just born into, and I'm still getting a hang of it.
I am going to get to know myself better, I can already tell.

And getting ready in the dark with a tiny mirror ain't no thang.

I'm adding a new train of thought to this entry only because it is slightly connected and the sun has not risen again since I posted the above entry.

"Live without pretending, Love without depending, Listen without defending, Speak without offending."

I am not sure who said that first, but it is so embedded in my mind. This is what I am living by. I actually first read that quote on February 20th of this year; I only know that because I retweeted it ;). I am on another improvement banter. I am strengthening my mind, my body, and my heart. Joining the Searchlight Project club will give me a chance to do service and work with other people; I have been dying to find some service to do for awhile now. I was thinking a month long mission trip to South America or something. Start small, eh? I feel so good about studying abroad in the future, especially because I want to minor in French. I am incredibly grateful to be here in this learning environment with so many happy spirits. I feel as though God is so good and I just want to embrace every bit of life. Breath it in. 

Summer

The end of my summer this year has been unbelievable. I have all these amazing people surrounding me every day and the adventures are limitless! I am going to miss this so much and I can only hope Cedar City has good things waiting for me. For the next four days I am going to savor waking up to the sun, eating my breakfast while watching Sex and the City, then going to the gym right after. That has become my routine and I love it. I won't ever forget Kneaders and everyone there. Who knew a simple job could bring such blessings? I am really going to miss my best friends and family. I am only going to be a few hours away, though! This will be good. Life is wonderful.

Reading and Reading

My blog has been seeing a lot of me lately. I have been reading and reading. My head is filled with pages I have read and books I want to read. I am grateful for the time to read. I just need to do more. I go to the gym everyday..but I feel lazy. I have no schedule, no means of waking up earlier than ten, just no plans. Tomorrow I am waking up to the sun, like always. This time, though, I'm going to get up instead of staying in at the remembrance of my failed attempt of having a someone. I am going to get ready and drive to that yoga studio I have been wanting to join. Afterwards me and Sparks are going on a hike and it will be lovely. I am finishing my new resume and getting my letters of recommendation. I am tuning my college schedule and staying on track.
Underlying my current lifestyle and my needs are my crazy emotions. I'm not going to pretend like I don't watch Sex and the City every morning and take my endless time doing nothing before I do anything real. Just a month ago I was itching to move if I was ever stuck in a moment of soft pace. I had something and now I don't. It wasn't my choice; it wasn't my decision at all. He doesn't text me anymore. I'm pretty sure that is the smallest means of communication there is. So it's gone. He said it would be the same, but it isn't the same. It was there and now it is gone. Oh well, I'm still very much alive, but a part of me is incredibly solemn and I can't help it. This feeling is here and I have to accept it. I can't cover up sadness with agitation; I tried. I need to let myself feel this while at the same time making progress. Progress begins tomorrow.

Small Memories

Because I do not want to forget these small memories:
Yesterday, my grandpa slipped in the perfect John Denver quote while he was explaining the history and quietness of the small town, Koosharem. "Life is old here." I smiled but kept listening. "...Older than the hills." That's when I burst out laughing. This is why I love my grandpa. An hour or so after arriving in the town we went on a magnificent boat ride on Fish Lake. It was just me, my dad, Michelle, my Grandpa Doug, and my Great Uncle Jeff. Jeff's boat is small, with a motor, and we putted along the lake under a dark, cloudy sky. It was beautiful. I just kept imagining what it would be like to scuba dive there. It has been a serious fantasy of mine for awhile. It would be the most fantastically eerie experience. All the pine trees on the mountain south of the lake just kill me.
That night I went to sleep in what Scooby and the Gang would consider a normal atmosphere. For those of you who don't know, which I'm assuming is everyone in the world, Koosharem is practically a ghost town. My ancestors built this house a hundred years ago and we were staying in it. So there I was, laying in a living room that could have been filled with ghosts, though I'm sure Hatch's don't hang around after death (my dad's funny but true words). It was extremely windy outside by now and rain was hitting the roof. I turned to my book and soon fell asleep. I found comfort in everything that night.
This morning on my way to Cedar City the sunrise was as wicked as any. Everywhere was rolling hills and pastures. The Postal Service kept my imagination flowing through it and I was just happy. Happy and content.

Being Prideful

Really. 
I don’t get it. You seriously think Harry Potter is over with the last movie premiere? Really? That was the end? The “end” was four years ago when the seventh book came out. Do you really believe that something as incredible as this series dies with the last movie? Maybe for people who didn’t read the books it is over.. Harry Potter is going to be a classic. We aren’t the special generation that got to behold this tale and now it is buried in the ground. It is so much more than I think many people realize.

Rant

Refer back to that post I made ages ago..the one about how relationships are pointless and don't try one on me? Yeah, that one. Just like that but instead of angry I am expectantly remorseful.

I want to say this while I am feeling it strongly. The things that used to make me happy do not work anymore. I am growing everyday and my environment just isn't catching up with me fast enough. So thank goodness SUU has a dorm waiting for me! I am so relieved that I will soon be gone. I love Salt Lake, but my current life is not working for me. I feel unaccomplished and bleh. There is a hole in my stomach and I would like that filled.

Painting Memories

Let me paint my memories onto this blog through words. I was eight years old and my mom's cousin, Collin, was living in our basement. He was just out of high school and an obvious brain. My mom had been carrying around these books for, maybe weeks, maybe months, and I had no idea what they were. It wasn't until I saw Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire sitting on her dresser that I took a real interest. To me, it looked like a book about a nerdy witch-girl who was happily living in fantasy world. Yes, I thought Harry Potter was a girl by the cover illustration.

One night, Collin decided he was going to read The Sorcerer's Stone to me. I'm not sure but I'm assuming he read a chapter or so a night. He gave me the most entertaining impersonations of all the characters and I was absolutely enthralled by the story. After he finished, I was obsessed. Eight years old and I was buying Harry Potter sticker books and calendars from my school's scholastic reading log. I was given a wand and between me and my friends we took turns being Hermione or Ginny. I remember wishing on everything that I could be eleven so that I could go to Hogwarts. Don't even get me started on how hyper I was the night I saw the first movie in theaters. Every line they said that I specifically remembered from the book I repeated into my moms ear excitedly and could not stay in my seat. I continued to listen to the next three books on tape whenever I was in the car with my mom. Jim Dale, I thank you. I listened and imagined with my little girl comprehension of what I was being told. Let me not forget to add my addiction to the Sorcerer's Stone video game. I have NEVER cared for video games. It just took me to Hogwarts and I've always been a nerd so I loved it.

Eventually, I read the other three as they were handed to me. My mom bought the fifth book right when it came out years later. After she was finished (probably took her a good hour to read the whole thing), it was my turn. I read the fifth book slowly, but got every detail in. My brother was always one book behind me, and I remember us being absolutely glued to the books on a National Park trip one summer, me to the fifth and him to the fourth. I was still reading it when the sixth book came out. Finally, the seventh was almost on its way to the book store. My mom had it preordered so I didn't have to worry about getting it on time. She read it, then it was my turn. The weekend I read The Deathly Hallows was one of the most memorable of my life. Not only did I have the secrets to the world in my hands, but my extended, fabulous family was about to spend the weekend together in Monroe. My second cousins had just built this fantastic house out there. They have those really sweet winding stairs that lead to a loft right at the top of their house. That is where I finished the book. I remember exactly how I was feeling during my discoveries and at the end of the story. What a feeling.

I have since read the book twice more and am currently reading The Half Blood Prince for my own mind tweaking. What an amazing light this series has brought to my life; it really is one I can't describe.

This post is meant for thanking the people who gave Harry Potter to me: My mom, for providing me with all seven books and a shared passion for Harry Potter, Collin, for taking the time to read the book to me in the first place, Jim Dale, for being the voices before they were given to actors and guiding my strange imagination along, and of course JK Rowling, for existing and writing this series. <3

Red Carpet Fan Girling

Gorgeous. Emma Watson is gorgeous. Make-up: AMAZING. Dress: FANTASTIC. It is only because of her and Anastasia that I can accept my natural hair color as pretty. lol

Let's just say I am in love with all four of these men. 

DIALOGUE

"Her son lives. He has her eyes, precisely her eyes. You do remember the shape and color of Lily Evan's eyes, I am sure?"
"DON'T!" bellowed Snape. "Gone...Dead..."
"Is this remorse, Severus?"
"I wish...I wish I were dead..."
"And what use would that be to anyone?" said Dumbledore coldly. "If you loved Lily Evans, if you truly loved her, then your way forward is clear."
Snape seemed to peer through a haze of pain, and Dumbledore's words appeared to take a long time to reach him.
"What- what do you mean?"
"You know how and why she died. make sure it was not in vain. Help me protect Lily's son."
"He does not need protection. The Dark Lord has gone-"
"The Dark Lord will return, and Harry Potter will be in terrible danger when he does."
There was a long pause, and slowly Snape regained control of himself, mastered his own breathing. At last he said, "Very well. Very well. But never- never tell, Dumbledore! This must be between us! Swear it! I cannot bear- especially Potter's son...I want your word!"
"My word, Severus, that I shall never reveal the best of you?" Dumbledore sighed, looking down into Snape's ferocious, anguished face. "If you insist..."

When I read this part for the first time I literally stared at the page with my jaw dropped for like a whole minute, then I took a look back through the entire series restringing it together with my newly acquired knowledge.
--
"I have spied for you and lied for you, put myself in mortal danger for you. Everything was supposed to be to keep Lily Potter's son safe. Now you tell me you have been raising him like a pig for slaughter-"
"But this is touching, Severus," said Dumbledore seriously. "Have you grown to care for the boy, after all?"
"For him?" shouted Snape. "Expecto Patronum!"
From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe: She landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office, and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.
"After all this time?"
"Always," said Snape.

"My Lord-"
"The Elder Wand cannot serve me properly, Severus, because I am not its true master. The Elder Wand belongs to the wizard who killed its last owner. You killed Albus Dumbledore. While you live, Severus, the Elder Wand cannot be truly mine."
"My Lord!" Snape protested, raising his wand.
"It cannot be any other way," said Voldemort. "I must master the wand, Severus. Master the wand, and I master Potter at last."
And Voldemort swiped the air with the Elder Wand. It did nothing to Snape, who for a split second seemed to think he had been reprieved: But then Voldemort's intention became clear. The snake's cage was rolling through the air, and before Snape could do anything more than yell, it had encased him, head and shoulders, and Voldemort spoke in Parseltongue.
"Kill."
There was a terrible scream. Harry saw Snape's face losing the little color it had left; it whitened as his black eyes widened, as the snake's fangs pierced his neck, as he failed to push the enchanted cage off himself, as his knees gave way and he fell to the floor.
"I regret it," said Voldemort coldly.

All spells used in Chapter 35 of The Order of the Phoenix (Harry and the gang fighting Death Eaters for the Prophecy in the Ministry)
Stupefy! Tarantallegra! Protego! Accio (Prophecy/Brain/Wand)! Petrifuc Totalus! Crucio! Diffindo! (a personal favorite) Colloportus! Silencio! Impedimenta! Expelliarmus! Alohomora! Reducto!

"He can't come back, Harry," said Lupin, his voice breaking as he struggled to contain Harry. "He can't come back because he's d-"
"HE-IS-NOT-DEAD!" roared Harry. "SIRIUS!"
---
"Come out, come out, little Harry!" she called in her mock-baby voice, which echoed off the polished wooden floors. "What did you come after me for, then? I thought you were here to avenge my dear cousin!"
"I am!" shouted Harry, and a score of ghostly Harrys seemed to chorus I am! I am! I am! all around the room.
"Aaaaah...did you love him, little baby Potter?"
Hatred rose in Harry such as he had never known before. He flung himself out from behind the fountain and bellowed "Crucio!"
Bellatrix screamed. The spell had knocked her off her feet, but she did not writhe and shriek with pain as Neville had- she was already on her feet again, breathless, no longer laughing. Harry dodged behind the golden fountain again- her counterspell hit the head of the handsome wizard, which was blown off and landed twenty feet away, gouging long scratches into the wooden floor.
"Never used an Unforgivable Curse before, have you, boy?" she yelled. She had abandoned her baby voice now. "You need to mean them, Potter! You need to really want to cause pain- to enjoy it- righteous anger won't hurt me for long- I'll show you how it is done, shall I? I'll give you a lesson-"

Though I'm done

Can you hear the words I sung?

You always say you know
How could I let you go?

Here's what's happening. I am in love with Madonna from the eighties. I am in love with the Edge of Glory music video. I want to go to a jazz club in New York. I want to shop like Sarah Jessica Parker in Sex and the City. I want to live in connected housing on a hill. I want to wonder the park and jump the cross walk. I want pure romance.
Give it to Me

Truths
I currently spend around $30 per week on my skin
I use most of my thought energy on my hair processes
Most of my goals are life long
I thoroughly embrace the universe
I constantly compare and contrast situations -- I could expand
When it comes to my belongings, I tend to become repetitive with organizing and it is hard to stop
Guilt easily makes its way to my soul
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind literally made me sick to my stomach
I accept others' perceptions of this world and I love hearing them
I will not settle
My releases are also what I strive to be better in
I can't sleep right now because I need Lady Gaga's music like I need water

We Can Dance

We can dance if we want to

(A "today" post)

Everything I needed in this day. Errrrthang.