You have to give up one of your senses. Which one will it be?
I would give up my sense of smell. Because, while there are terrific smelling things, there are also terrible smelling things. It'd almost be like living with a permanentely stuffy nose, only without all the boogers (xP). I also think that loosing your sense of smell wouldn't be as bad as loosing your sight or your hearing.
Yeah.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Monday, November 16, 2009
Alllloooone
If I were on a deserted island I would...
Oh! OH! I would run around naked for a while :) I know that sounds silly, but I'd just want to do that. For, like, thirty seconds, because then I'd feel weird xP. Let's see... what else would I want to do? I'd probably want to scream for a while. Run around and just scream because no one would give you funny looks. And I'd dance like crazy.
By then, though, the whole alone forever thing would have started to sink in, and I would be very sad, and very scared because who knew what kind of animals would be on that island?!
Oh! OH! I would run around naked for a while :) I know that sounds silly, but I'd just want to do that. For, like, thirty seconds, because then I'd feel weird xP. Let's see... what else would I want to do? I'd probably want to scream for a while. Run around and just scream because no one would give you funny looks. And I'd dance like crazy.
By then, though, the whole alone forever thing would have started to sink in, and I would be very sad, and very scared because who knew what kind of animals would be on that island?!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Daytime?
What is your favorite time of day?
Well, actually, my favorite time of day has been sadly polluted. It's twilight - everything is so calm, so peaceful, so still. I love looking out at the sky, and seeing the rays of the sun, the vibrant colors - sometimes even the moon - and then nothing. Nothing else in the sky. That's my favorite time of day.
Another time that takes my breath away doesn't happen daily. Every now and then I'll glance outside, or I'll be walking home and I'll notice the moon - with a bright haze around it, caused by clouds - coming slowly but surely over the mountains. I stop and I watch it, and I watch it until it's fully exposed, and then I can't help but sigh. It's so... beautiful :)
Well, actually, my favorite time of day has been sadly polluted. It's twilight - everything is so calm, so peaceful, so still. I love looking out at the sky, and seeing the rays of the sun, the vibrant colors - sometimes even the moon - and then nothing. Nothing else in the sky. That's my favorite time of day.
Another time that takes my breath away doesn't happen daily. Every now and then I'll glance outside, or I'll be walking home and I'll notice the moon - with a bright haze around it, caused by clouds - coming slowly but surely over the mountains. I stop and I watch it, and I watch it until it's fully exposed, and then I can't help but sigh. It's so... beautiful :)
Monday, August 10, 2009
My Dream House
Describe your dream house. Where is it located? How many bedrooms? Is there a swing set in the backyard or a motorcycle? The more details, the better.
This is tricky, honestly put. I love homes, and I'm not looking forward to picking just one when I get older.
Sooo... my dream house is huge (who doesn't want a huge house?). I want a movie theatre inside, a bowling alley, a library, my own restaurant, and an indoor (AND outdoor) swimming pool. I'd also like a lazy river, and a roller coaster (hey, who said I couldn't aim high? ;) ). I'd want enough bedrooms to fit all of my friends and family, each decorated with a crazy theme (like, time period theme. Or place. Like, I'd totally want a ton of different times (Egyptian, Roman, Medieval, Colonial, '60s... hmmm... and different places like Venice, Rome, London, Cali, New York [*smacks forehead* Truthfully, I'm having a hard time thinking of times and places right now]).
I'd want a HUGE backyard, WITH a waterfall, and a river. Really shady, with a gazebo about a hundred yards from the house. A white gazebo. The house (from the outside) would look Victorian, with a big wrap-around deck, and lots of windows and stories. And lots of balconies. I love balconies. I think that's it. I can't think of anything else to add xP
So, that's my dream house. I know I'll never get it, but *shrugs* that's why it's a 'dream', right?
This is tricky, honestly put. I love homes, and I'm not looking forward to picking just one when I get older.
Sooo... my dream house is huge (who doesn't want a huge house?). I want a movie theatre inside, a bowling alley, a library, my own restaurant, and an indoor (AND outdoor) swimming pool. I'd also like a lazy river, and a roller coaster (hey, who said I couldn't aim high? ;) ). I'd want enough bedrooms to fit all of my friends and family, each decorated with a crazy theme (like, time period theme. Or place. Like, I'd totally want a ton of different times (Egyptian, Roman, Medieval, Colonial, '60s... hmmm... and different places like Venice, Rome, London, Cali, New York [*smacks forehead* Truthfully, I'm having a hard time thinking of times and places right now]).
I'd want a HUGE backyard, WITH a waterfall, and a river. Really shady, with a gazebo about a hundred yards from the house. A white gazebo. The house (from the outside) would look Victorian, with a big wrap-around deck, and lots of windows and stories. And lots of balconies. I love balconies. I think that's it. I can't think of anything else to add xP
So, that's my dream house. I know I'll never get it, but *shrugs* that's why it's a 'dream', right?
Saturday, August 1, 2009
National Ice Cream Sandwich Day!!
Tomorrow is “National Ice Cream Sandwich Day.” Share what your favorite dessert is and give three reasons why you like that particular dessert.
First off, I have to say - WHY HAVE I NEVER HEARD OF NATIONAL ICE CREAM SANDWICH DAY?! I mean, really!!! REALLY! I love ice cream sandwiches - why couldn't I have known about this for years? Anyway...
Hmm... I like brownies. Any kind, really :) Three reasons. Well...
1. Generally, brownies are chocolate - and even when they aren't, they are DELICIOUS!
2. Brownies are yummy with a lot of things, ice-cream, milk, hot chocolate... whipped cream... fruit... and who doesn't like a food that's agreeable?
3. You can take brownies with you anywhere - in the car, at school lunch... can you take CAKE anywhere? Or ice-cream? It's a pain to carry around dishes in the car! Brownies are easy!
First off, I have to say - WHY HAVE I NEVER HEARD OF NATIONAL ICE CREAM SANDWICH DAY?! I mean, really!!! REALLY! I love ice cream sandwiches - why couldn't I have known about this for years? Anyway...
Hmm... I like brownies. Any kind, really :) Three reasons. Well...
1. Generally, brownies are chocolate - and even when they aren't, they are DELICIOUS!
2. Brownies are yummy with a lot of things, ice-cream, milk, hot chocolate... whipped cream... fruit... and who doesn't like a food that's agreeable?
3. You can take brownies with you anywhere - in the car, at school lunch... can you take CAKE anywhere? Or ice-cream? It's a pain to carry around dishes in the car! Brownies are easy!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Change
Make a list of five ways you've changed in the past five years.
I'm going to edit this prompt a teeny, tiny bit. Considering five years ago, I was nine... I'm just going to say in the past year... and bump up the ways to ten.
I'm going to edit this prompt a teeny, tiny bit. Considering five years ago, I was nine... I'm just going to say in the past year... and bump up the ways to ten.
- I no longer like guys with black, shaggy hair the bestest. Nosirree!
- I no longer think I am emo, or gothic
- I no longer have a thing for assassins (*grumbles*)
- I am a happy person now!
- I am no longer obsessed with thieves.
- I have my ears pierced
- I am not obsessed with staying pale - nor am I obsessed with getting tan
- I actually wear make-up
- I am a whole half-inch taller
- I am a size three (as opposed to five)
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Taffetta
You and your spouse welcome a beautiful baby into your lives and, after going round and round on names, you choose one that's very unusual. Write a scene where you announce the name to your family. Include their reaction and your explanation for choosing such an odd name.
A/N: This is not from my perspective. I am not married. I do not plan on having a child for at least another five years, nor do I plan on naming in children I eventually have Taffetta.
From the first moment I saw my beautiful baby girl in my arms, I knew that her name would have to be elegent, but a little quirky. Her eyes were bigger than the moon and framed by dark, dark lashes. And her hair was already thick, a little curly, and equally dark. Her skin (though bright pink when I first saw her) has faded into a pale, milky white.
Jacob (for those of you who don't know Jacob is my husband of three years) whole-heartedly agreed. Although, he's a bit quirky himself, with large glasses, a few freckles, and dark, curly hair. He's also tall, and on thin side. We bounced names off of each other for the two days I was in the hospital, when finally, as a bit of a joke, he said, 'Taffetta Tiffany Taylors'. Well, it stuck. We took to refering to her as 'Taffy Tiff'.
However, as we stood on the porch of my in-laws two weeks later, I felt a little... um... how to put it? Dumb. Yes, I felt dumb. We had named our first child Taffetta. I felt like running and hiding instead of stiking around to tell my mother-in-law. My mother took it fairly well - she understands that I'm a bit... odd at times. And she thinks that Taffy will eventually tell everyone to call her Tiffany. So, there IS hope for the girl.
Finally, the door opened, and we were greeted with ecstatic hugs and bouncing siblings, eager to see the addition to the clan. We had refrained from telling anyone the name - they all had to wait to be together.
"Wasshername? Didja pick one yet? Is it silly?" We were bombarded by questions.
"Alright, alright, guys! Calm down!" Jacob said, walking inside. I trailed after him, Taffy in my arms.
"So, are you going to tell us her name?" my mother-in-law asked. She was a police chief of fifteen years. And she scared me. Quite a bit. She was also big - I'm not saying big, like fat. I'm saying big, like... muscular.
"Oh, yes," I said, handing Taffy to Jacob. "Why don't you tell them?" I asked him. "They are, after all, your family." It was silent for a moment, Jacob throwing me a semi-glare.
"Her names Taffetta Tiffany." I looked to my mother-in-law. Her expression was a mix of shock, and anger. Slowly, she turned to me.
"You. Named. My. First. Grandchild. TAFFETTA?!"
A/N: This is not from my perspective. I am not married. I do not plan on having a child for at least another five years, nor do I plan on naming in children I eventually have Taffetta.
From the first moment I saw my beautiful baby girl in my arms, I knew that her name would have to be elegent, but a little quirky. Her eyes were bigger than the moon and framed by dark, dark lashes. And her hair was already thick, a little curly, and equally dark. Her skin (though bright pink when I first saw her) has faded into a pale, milky white.
Jacob (for those of you who don't know Jacob is my husband of three years) whole-heartedly agreed. Although, he's a bit quirky himself, with large glasses, a few freckles, and dark, curly hair. He's also tall, and on thin side. We bounced names off of each other for the two days I was in the hospital, when finally, as a bit of a joke, he said, 'Taffetta Tiffany Taylors'. Well, it stuck. We took to refering to her as 'Taffy Tiff'.
However, as we stood on the porch of my in-laws two weeks later, I felt a little... um... how to put it? Dumb. Yes, I felt dumb. We had named our first child Taffetta. I felt like running and hiding instead of stiking around to tell my mother-in-law. My mother took it fairly well - she understands that I'm a bit... odd at times. And she thinks that Taffy will eventually tell everyone to call her Tiffany. So, there IS hope for the girl.
Finally, the door opened, and we were greeted with ecstatic hugs and bouncing siblings, eager to see the addition to the clan. We had refrained from telling anyone the name - they all had to wait to be together.
"Wasshername? Didja pick one yet? Is it silly?" We were bombarded by questions.
"Alright, alright, guys! Calm down!" Jacob said, walking inside. I trailed after him, Taffy in my arms.
"So, are you going to tell us her name?" my mother-in-law asked. She was a police chief of fifteen years. And she scared me. Quite a bit. She was also big - I'm not saying big, like fat. I'm saying big, like... muscular.
"Oh, yes," I said, handing Taffy to Jacob. "Why don't you tell them?" I asked him. "They are, after all, your family." It was silent for a moment, Jacob throwing me a semi-glare.
"Her names Taffetta Tiffany." I looked to my mother-in-law. Her expression was a mix of shock, and anger. Slowly, she turned to me.
"You. Named. My. First. Grandchild. TAFFETTA?!"
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