Earth Hour 2012

Turn off your lights at 8:30 PM!

Not this time.

Why does this happen? I promised I'd be strong. I wanted to change.
I don't do this to myself on purpose: it just happens.
Why am I the way I am?
I've been so happy the past few days.
No depression....
I've never done anything to myself. I don't need to.
I constantly live in a nightmare, my own life, my torture.
I have great friends. But somehow, somewhere, from the corners of my mind,
sadness and hopelessness and hate seep in like an oozing plague.
It's happening all over again. When I'm most happy, I tend to crash once more.
I think to myself: how can I be so happy when others are miserable?
Not just my friends. People from all other parts of the world.
The poor. The homeless. The lonely. The lost. The abused. The sick. The dying.

The worried. The grieving. The forgotten. The fearful. Them.

The ones like me, who go through this cycle over and over, never to see the end.

I can't save the world. I can't come to everybody's rescue at the same time.

I can't give myself to the world. I can't fix it.

I acknowledge, but never accept the fact that I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO FIX IT.

People see me in school. A happy girl. Random. Funny. Social. Smiling.

I feel like I'm hiding behind a mask. Never would they know what I go through.

At first, I didn't want anyone to know.

But if there's no one that knows, then no one can help.

I used to walk with myself behind me, trying to catch myself from falling.

And I always end up getting twice as hurt in the end.

I've told few people. I let them in. They have not let me down.

I feel selfish. I have good people around me. I deserve these people, right?

HOPELESSNESS IS THE HELL THAT ALWAYS RETURNS
Hopelessness is the hell that always returns-
We try to dream our way out
We fight with small ordering actions
That tell us we can still move-
We seek to find our way in work
And flow in it –
Small conversations may help-
We seek to be suddenly be lifted up by
Surprising perceptions of nature’s beauty –
Though we know
Love the only true answer.

But hopelessness never dies
It comes back again and again
Older and weaker our power to resist is less-
Just this morning lost in hopelessness
I thought all was lost
And now here I am
Trying to quite weakly
write my way out of it
yet again.

-Shalom Freedman


The Ultimate Denial
Depression is being tired, when you're never able to sleep

Depression is pity, when you hate other's sympathy
Depression is longing for more, when you never acknowledge what's already there
Depression is the feeling of self-hatred, when the arrogance is concurrently overwhelming
Depression is the repugnance of emotional discomfort, when a sanctuary for physical affliction exists
Depression is loathing at your own success, when the ones around you prosper
Depression is perfectionism, when you could care less about anything else
Depression is the rock that you choose to constantly trip over, when all you have to do is move around it...
Depression is the ultimate cost of denial, when the truth is too much to handle

-Anonymous

At least I know I'm not the only one out there. My friends. They're pretty much all I have. They keep me going. I haven't fallen completely. I stumble, but they save me. Just by being my friends. For giving me a reason to exist. To fight.

I feel so much better now. You know those times at night, when you're alone in the dark? I was losing control of those thoughts. I think I can sleep now... I hate sounding like a melodramatic whiny b*tch. I know I can conquer this.

Teenager Posts TO THE MAX.

Me.


Apparently, someone remembers something I did last year that I don't remember. And S (the girl) remembers people better than I can. My entire childhood almost blank. All I remember is being a weird tomboy.


Truth.


People in general.


Truth.


A crush? Definitely.


Yep. Crush.


So true. This is why I love music. F--k the world. You all don't exist.


Has happened many times before. Then someone corrects you...


I thought this was hilarious.


I love that feeling. <3


Someday I will find all the answers. When math becomes easy. -_-

Sweet.

One of my friends, S, "gave" me this song to listen to in the middle of class. I thought it was the sweetest thing ever.
The Beatles - Michelle
I love my friends. I think you've also noticed: I love music. I post a lot of music on here.

Mirror. Tell me.

 
The Mirror of Erised
fan-art by Pottermore user UnicornSun108


Please tell me you know that "erised" is "desire" backwards, right?

Bloggers, readers, friends, tell me,
if you looked into this mirror, what would you see?
Would you see what you really want?
Or would you see a task that daunts?
Do you see money? Do you see fame?
See thyself with a lad or dame?
Or do you see yourself, content as you are?
Are the things you search for not very far?
Does not do thee well to dwell in desire,
rather use these dreams to take thyself higher.
Find thyself in front of the mirror.
Reflect on your past, then you shall see clearer.

So I challenge you: tell me what it is you want. What you dream for. As far or as close as that may seem. Blog about it. Comment. Whatever. Don't be afraid to let people know.

Um... What do I do?

I think this guy knows I like him. Either that or he thinks it's all a joke, which is why he kind of plays along. I have very low self-esteem. I'm not sure whether this guy likes me or not. A lot of signs tell me he does, but there's always this sort of voice in my head that keeps telling me that no one will ever fall in love with me. No one I like enough, anyway. I hate it. Everytime I try to get close to a guy I really like, he either dismisses me as weird, tries to be nice about it or just sees me as a friend. I feel like I'm never going to be good enough for anyone. My friends, sure they're great. And having a boyfriend isn't everything. But when other girls have more luck in the ways of teenagehood, I can't help but feel like a failure sometimes. And I hate and am afraid of the fact that I constantly put myself down like this, that I can give advice to others but fail to follow my own advice, that I might never find someone. And that that voice keeps telling me that my chances with this guy are slim to none. There may be other guys out there, but I am fixated on him. I can't go out with someone else when I'm so hung up on him; it wouldn't be fair to the other guy. And everyone in my science class, I feel, is either trying to help me out with him or just really enjoy making things uncomfortably awkward for me.... I don't know their intentions... I don't know what to do from here. Do I want to leave it like this for a while? Do I want to tell him and risk our friendship? Do I want to risk losing the those girlish thoughts that he might like me by being crushed with a definitive no? Will the chase be over? Will things be awkward and will I suffer heartbreak like I did with someone else?  These are the thoughts that consume my mind and my heart, on a day-to-day basis.

This other person.... let's call him far from perfect. (To my friends who know this guy, pun intended) He follows my every single move. He's always copying whatever I do, is behind me all the time, trying to get my attention. Whenever I sing a song he sings along with me. He always butts in to my conversations and say the most irrelevant things. It's really weird. I feel kind of like a jerk for ignoring him sometimes, because he's an outcast of society. This is the guy who had "fought" with some cocky fit-in that is in my P.E. class. I don't know what to do about his stalking and as much as he gets on my nerves, I bundle it up inside myself and carry the frustration inside me.

So... yah. *shrugs shoulders* What do I do, fellow friends?

This song is cute. I found it blarghignag cheesy and sweet and the only reason I'm putting it on here is because I am 16 Going on 17 and my crush is 17 going on 18. Lol >.< I'm a loser.

Just a few things.

Origins of the amazing names from the Hunger Games Finally, something about the Hunger Games trilogy that has nothing to do with romance. You're welcome.

You want to love everyone equally, and that's worse than impossible—it's wrong.
-E.M. Forster
ha.

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe Is it strange that used to be fond of a depressed alcoholic poet?

Olbers' Paradox Something to think about.

I don't usually like using crayons to color.

You are not alone.

One of my best friends recently posted something amazing. That and the series of events that went on these past few days inspired me to write this.
Enjoy.

Letter to the wise. To the ones under pressure. To the ones who want to give up sometimes. You are the ones I love:

There is definitely so much hatred and ignorance still in the world. Sure, we may have "equal rights". Yeah, right. There is still sexism, racism, homophobia, and all different forms of prejudice in the world. It is true that the smartest people are the ones most depressed. In fact, I was feeling crappy because of the fact that I know and am fully aware and constantly thinking about all of this. Being more in touch with your emotions and more conscious of the world than others is both a blessing and a curse. And this is aimed directly at all of you out there who ever feel down: we smart people can't let our frustration get the best of us, because we're here for a reason, and if there were less of us then the world would not go on and be able to move forward. There would be no women voting and no integration. Gay marriage laws would not be available at all, and neither would protection of the inappropriately labeled "handicapped". Don't ever forget: there are people who go through the same things we do. There are people like us that have made these changes in society because they go through these tough times, and rise up above the rest and use those memories to fuel them and keep them going.

We must keep working. Because we are the example for future generations and we are the great ones. Being wise is not a burden. It is a gift which only the best are given to use, and it is up to us to decide when we're ready to ignite the fire that is always in us and spread the flames. (For some reason this sounds like a Catching Fire reference >.< I love it.)

Women still get paid less than men do.
Gays are still victims of homophobic crimes.
There is still a racist belt in America.
Violence is prevalent.
Promiscuity is encouraged.
It may not seem like it, but the world has hope: US.

We are here. We NEVER stand alone.

I love you all. Keep being the wise, sexy, and overall epic beings you are.

-ExperiencedNovice-

Link's Awakening

MUSIC FROM THE LEGEND OF ZELDA; LINK'S AWAKENING!
I loved this game, even though I never got to finishing it. I got stuck, okay?!?! I'm definitely going to bring the game boy back out and have a try >:D

The Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening - Link's Awakening The beginning.
The Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening - Overworld (Koholint Island) Like.
The Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening - Bottle Grotto This used to scare me. Now I take it as a challenge.
The Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening - Ballad of the Wind Fish Sing Marin, sing! Pretty. <3 
The Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening - Mysterious Woods  When  turns into .
The Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening - Wind Fish's Egg I never heard this! :O Missing outtt X(
The Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening - Great Fairy F--K YEAH.
The Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening - Store Lol I used to steal from this guy. And then I'd need something, go back, and suffer an untimely death, forever labeled as THIEF. -_-
You have no idea how much I hate this guy. 

  Cucco attack! LMAO. Memories...

she is pretteh. XD that's me, guys. Check me out.


Why am I a loser? No, why are YOU? Have you even played this?!?!?! LOSERS are the coolest people ever. <3

I promised you a poem and a poem I shall give.

Haha, leave it to me to forget things. I left the folder in the car! I has it now. So here it is- guess who my inspiration is? ;)

Falling ♥
Their eyes meet.
an exchange of
glances and smiles
brings laughter and joy.
Could this be it?
Even from across the room
they connect with ease,
no matter how nervous
her heart may be.
She holds her gaze-
his eyes like boundless seas
of rich blue water,
calming her inner storm.
He foolishly grins back,
not knowing what to do,
wondering what this ritual could mean.
And so she falls in love.
Everyday she looks forward to
the time of day
she gets to see him.
Like a neverending
slow descent into nowhere,
she falls down, down,
deeper into the hazy abyss
of love and lust,
blinded by
a glimmering image of him.
She makes him laugh,
makes him smile,
brings joy to his day.
And day by day
he comes closer to realizing
he feels something too.
They may not know when or where,
but they know who they are
and who they want
And how falling is
a winding path
that led them to love.

I don't think I'm in love with him, but I do think this poem's cute. :3 If he keeps acting the way he does then there might just be a happy ending in the future for me. Or maybe I don't end up with him, but at least now I know what it's like to have hope. <3

You know you kids love the Hunger Games.

Hunger Games Tributes  by Me on polyvore.com

LOVE.

After a mild case of sudden onset depressive thoughts and feeling overall like crap, I had a pretty ok day. I just wanted to say to all my friends, my readers, and everybody else. I love you. I love how you make me smile in the darkest of times. I love how the very existence of you helps me remember that there are other people, people that aren't like me.

(Haha. BTW, I'm playing Asking Alexandria and my brother just confessed that he thinks screamo is scary. LMAO. Wouldn't be the first. Just thought I'd mention this.)

I love my friends.

I just wish I could be constantly reassured of this so I know I'm not alone.

Interview with a clock.

You may say I've gone mad, you may say I've always been insane. Well no matter, I am going to interview a pillow today. Specifically my wall clock. In my room. Her name is Eternity.

ME: So, hello! How are you today? I'm here to interview you because my blog needed an interview and all my famous friends are busy. So what do you do for a living?

ETERNITY: *tick

ME: Of course! You keep time. You're a clock, duh. I'm very sorry. Tell me, what's it like from day-to-day?

ETERNITY: *tick tock

ME: Hmmm. Don't like your job, eh? As soon as it starts you wait for the time to get out. Ha, I feel like that too at school sometimes. We have a bit in common... I'm pretty quirky. Tell me do you have any quirks?

ETERNITY: *tick

ME: I think I have tics too. Sometimes one of my eyes twitches or I'll randomly spaz. Or I zone out....

*in French accent* 
ONE HOUR LATER...

Oh, goodness gracious me! Have I been keeping you here all along? I'm sorry. Gosh! What time is it?

ETERNITY: *says nothing

ME: Oh yes, your face says it all. It is.. 7 o'clock. Well thank you very much for your kind wisdom, but I must go. Have a lovely day. And night. Oh, whatever. Bye!


And that concludes our lovely chat. It was quite a great time. Pun intended? We sipped tea and had lunch.
And then Eternity mumbled something about the meaning of life but my recorders weren't able to catch it on video.  I'm very sorry.

Picturez.

RAWK.

I love music. I always try to listen to a variety of themes and genres. I've been posting a lot of 80's-90's, so I'm going to switch it up and add different musics.

In no particular order:

1. Flyleaf - I'm So Sick Lacey is hot. I mean- yeah she's hot. God, her voice.
2. Sarah McLachlan - Angel And depressing music. I like sadness. It reminds me that I'm alive. -_-
3. Martina McBride - Concrete Angel This song... to be explained some other day.
4. P!nk - Stupid Girls This is for the lolz.
5. Martina McBride - This One's For The Girls Inspiration. This is for all MY girls. :)
6. Eurythmics - There Must Be An Angel (Playing With My Heart) I can never leave my 80's! :D I wish I could sing like Annie.
7. Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) I love her hair. She seems like the dominant type ;D
8. The Cranberries - Dreams 90's. herp derp.
9. Lee Ann Womack - I Hope You Dance year 2000. This is technically not 90's. Ha. :P
10. Black Tide - That Fire He can be MY fire.... oh God, what is wrong with me and my hormonal pervertedness? I should get to sleep. :P
11. Black Tide - Shout They're not even that good-looking.
12. Emilie Autumn - The Art of Suicide and Thank God I´m Pretty I thank one of my friends for introducing me to her. I am now in love :3 I saw her first.
13. Breaking Benjamin - Blow Me Away Another friend introduced me to them. I like. >:D

And so, I will leave the number at thirteen. Haha! You are all cursed. Well, actually my favorite number is 13 because of the very fact that most people don't like it.

Haters. I don't believe in luck. Unless I were to get asked out by someone I like, win the lottery, and discover the door to Ponyville all in one day... It exists! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!

LALALALALALALALALALALALALALA.... I can't hear your lies. :P

My Dream Life in Pictures.

I'll admit I've been running out of things to blog about and post, so I was looking on the Internets (Thank God for the Internets!) and I found this awesome little idea for a post. It's a post where you create your dream life through pictures. I challenge my blogging friends to do one like this :)

Dream House?
"Fallingwater". Since I was 8 or so, I fell in love with the location, the structure, everything. <3


Dream Job?
Counselor/Singer/Artist?!?!

Dream Car?
Jaguar XKE Convertible. Maybe. Either that or the Green Hornet. Or a weinermobile.

Decisions, Decisions....


Guy of my dreams?
I just haven't met you yet ♪

(Or maybe I've met you and I need to look deeper?)

Whatevs. I just had an awkward convo.... You know who you are :P

Spring has sprung!

This could be the start, of something new, it feels so ri-

Sorry. Spring is here! Don't feel like it much? I am going to bombard you with spring stuff now.

the spring reveal
Spring has sprung.
A flower sprouts
in the depths of my heart
the delicate petals open
like gates to my love
they unravel slowly
revealing a tender core
overflowing with
an abundance of love to offer.
Though even the harshest winters
have come and gone
none have not been
able to destroy
the treasure inside
the precious bulb.
The flower's blossoming indicates
it's readiness for the start of a new day:
an adventure is about to begin.




I love, love, LOVE macro photography.


One of my favorite animals: butteflies.


Pretty bird, pretty bird. (Cardinal <3)

Blossoms!




I love feeling the crispness of fall and the sensuality of spring.
-Christopher Meloni

MERRRRPP.

Boys and Girls

I wonder what it's like for guys to read my blog. They sort of get a chance to peek inside the mind of a teenage girl, what her thoughts and feelings are, what she cares and doesn't care about. Strange isn't it? I wonder what a guy would write about? Not many boys are verbal or in touch with their emotions these days, and I think that's stupid. Screw the macho tough guy image where men are supposed to be hardened, emotionless bricks of violence. Both boys and girls/ men and women should be able to express themselves in all aspects possible.  It helps to connect people together and understand who we are. Boys and girls would be able to get along much better if we said what we felt, and were able to work things out through rational and respectful discussion. There would be less sexism in the world and the line of prejudicial gender differences would be fade and allow the two to blend together in harmony.

Just a thought, from a girl, in the 21st century. <3

I LOOOOVE TO SHAAAARREEE!!!!

That was me singing opera. As best I could through web.
I will now share with you a few useless facts that will get you nowhere in life. Except, maybe, one day you will be at a bar or at a party alone, being the awkward wallflower you are. And out of nowhere will blossom a beautiful lad or lady and you will want to strike up a conversation. But how? You are extremely shy, so instead of introducing yourself like a normal human being, you will utter a random fact, lovingly provided to you by moi, and the person will think you are the smartest thing in the world and you will smooch (that's such an old people's word) and get married and ride off to the water park on ponies.

• Did you know that blog is a portmanteau (love that word) of the term web log?
• The 57 on Heinz ketchup bottles represents the number of varieties of pickles the company once had.
• Mondays are the most popular day for suicide. (I wonder why)
• The word "lethologica" describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want.  (I love this word!)
• Every year about 98% of the atoms in your body are replaced. (we should all just be invisible.)
• The international telephone dialing code for Antarctica is 672. (I love prank-calling these people, but they never answer.)
• The human heart creates enough pressure to squirt blood 30 feet (9 m). (that's adorable!)
• Porcupines float in water. (I want a pet porcupine.)
• Owls are the only birds who can see the color blue.
• The first song played on Armed Forces Radio during operation Desert Shield was "Rock the Casba" by the Clash.
• If one spells out numbers, they would have to count to One Thousand before coming across the letter "A".

Happy St.Patrick's Day!

I don't really celebrate this as a holiday, but, I mean if you do, then happy St. Patrick's to you. I went to Las Olas and got to high-five drunk college kids and stick my toes in the sand. 'Twas fun. :P

I share links.

It is almost midnight. I miss my friends. I actually wish school was back on so I could do something useful with my life. That, and see my favorite people. You know who you are. ;)

The product of me browsing, again.
Florida 14-Year-Old Buys Distressed Home - ABC News
Grandparents Discover Photo Booth - YouTube
Granny, 97 years young, dancing to Just Dance 2 awwww >.<
Kony 2012-Jason Russell: Invisible Children co-founder arrested bwahahaha! sorry, couldnt help but laugh. I'm a jerk.
Best Reason For Being Absent From Class uhhh... a 1st grader wrote this. back in my day, at that age I didn't know what the opposite sex had. O.o
33 Things You Probably Didn't Know About The 'Toy Story' Trilogy I. LOVE. TOY STORY.
Facebook Timeline Win. lo
The Only Pi Day of Our Lives | Facebook OMG I will celebrate. Remind!
Letters To An Absent Father by Ash Ketchum
Do you know what this map is from? ;)


By the time I posted this, it is midnight. Nyeh.

What am I listening to?

I love these segments. :P I get to share music with ya'llz! >.<

This playlist is so 80's-90's. I love it. :3

1. Pat Benatar - We Belong I love the lyrics. So cute/romantic.
2. Belinda Carlisle - Heaven Is A Place On Earth See above.
3. Kim Carnes - Bette Davis Eyes It's soothing. And Bette Davis is elegantly gorgeous... Hey, I can crush on girls, too. :P
4. Real Life - Send Me An Angel (Right now.)
5. Daryl Hall & John Oates - Maneater oh, oh, here she comes ;)
6. Eurythmics - Here Comes The Rain Again The lyrics sound like my weird romantic wishes. Nyer. I'm merh like that.
7. Cyndi Lauper - Time After Time - YouTube One of my favorite artists; I used to sing to her tracks all the time. I went to go see her live when I was pretty young, and I remember being hoisted onto my dad's shoulders because I couldn't see a thing.  One of the first things that inspired me to be a singer, I think. (Yes. I sing. :P )
8. Taylor Dayne - Tell It To My Heart funkeh vid.
9. Tears for Fears- Everybody Wants to Rule the World
10. Billy Ocean - Carribbean Queen - YouTube
11. The GO-GOs - We Got The Beat I got it. Do you?
12. Pat Benatar - Love Is A Battlefield Teenage love anthem :P lol@ 3:21 in the vid. random dance attack.

I love the messy, neon, wild print, grunge-y look of the 80's. 'Tis cool.

In the one day I was most horribly headache-y, I watched a few old kiddie movies. Stuart Little, Elmo in Grouchland (you are NEVER too old for Elmo.) (OH GOD WHY DID I POST THIS MY FRIENDS ARE PROBABLY LAUGHING THEIR HEADS OFF!!!! OH WELL, WHO CARES I FELT LIKE A KID AGAIN.)
And then there's Tarzan, which had great soundtracks. And was a great movie, in general. Terkina! <3
Phil Collins, marry me.
You'll be in my heart
Strangers Like Me
Son Of Man
Two Worlds
Trashin' The Camp

I'm definitely going to post a Disney playlist sometime soon. Let me just bring out the movies and reminisce a while, eh?

I'd better cool it with the blog posts. They're so long!

Someone I'm not.

I don't think anyone knows this. About me, at least. Although I think I'm not the only one who wants to live in a fantasy world.

Even though I kinda know who I am by now, at the same time I think I don't. Even I don't understand what twisted ideas I'm capable of devising. Sometimes I wish I was someone else. I wish I could see the world through someone else's eyes, or live a chimera (pretty word meaning dream or fantasy :P ) I've always wished for a chance to escape reality, warp time and get lost in my own dreams.

Here are some of my strangest dreams/wishes.
ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK.

• The idea of giving a bitter, cold-hearted bitchy payback to people who have ever, at one point of my life or another been mean to me or any of my friends on purpose. Screaming curse words in their face, making out with their boyfriend... Smearing lunch food all over their pretty clothes. Yep, pretty much. That's right. I'd like to be a bitch. (that's something to tell the kids, eh?) As low as that would make me, revenge like that does sound pretty satisfying. *smirk* Of course, I'd never have the guts, nerve, or values to do so.
• Sometimes I'm just so frustrated with things here, like my family, that I feel like... running away from home. Hiding in a best friend's house, or with a lover, sharing secrets and having long talks about life that seem to last forever.  "If I lay here, If I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?" <3
• Getting lost. In a densely-wooded forest. Exploring the wilderness on my own, with all its risks and dangers. Being there for days and admiring nature and sketching animals in my little book. (I do NOT have a tree fetish >.< Trees are just awesome.)
• Speaking of nature and awesomeness. GARDENS. If I had money, the first thing I would do (other than get a first class ticket to meet my granddad [the one I actually love {that was harsh.}]) is I would buy a manor, a couple of sexy cars and design my own garden. J'adore. A LOT. I'd love to wander around aimlessly. And it's not just a small little thing, oh no. It's an enormous field of trees and bushes and flowers and handmade swings and it has a cornmaze. If I become rich and/or famous, you are all invited to a tea party in the grand square by the giant fountain. Bring your teddybears. :3
• I really wonder what I'd look like with a pixie cut. No. You don't get to see a picture of me. Maybe someday. I want to get my hair done all weird and different ways. Like straight platinum hair with electric blue tips. Or big, curly, jet-black hair and dark purple roots. Or brown hair with rainbow raccoon tail streaks! Or... what? I'm like that. Don't judge. You know it sounds awesome.

Well I've got more of these weird wishes. But I'll save them for another post. Remind me!

Why are my posts always so late at night?

Why are my posts always so late at night? I don't know. Maybe that's because that's when I do my best thinking and I'm assessing all of the day's events.

Hospitals and Babies

Out of the hospital. Three important things.

1. I am not going to die.
2. I am not going to feel better soon.
3. I am not pregnant.

Yeah. I know. Don't ask.

Speaking of babies, this:

Couple Gives Birth to Twins: One Black, One White

One year ago.

And this:
Talking Twin Babies - PART 1
The Talking Twin Babies, Translated
ADORABLE!!!! >.<

And stuff I like.

I'm kinda stealing this from someone else's blog.... oh well, she rocks.