halloween memories.

Halloween has always been a bittersweet time for me. As every child does, I love to go out and get candy without having to pay for it, but the fact that you have to dress as scary people is what has always got me. I still have a picture of one of my first halloweens I can remember. It's a picture of me with my cute rosy cheeks, curls of hair, adorable polka dot costume, and...a clown nose. Little did my mother know that I had already developed a fear for clowns. I always have. To this day, if I see a clown, I almost cry. Something about them gets me. I didn't like them even before I saw the movie It. That only deepened my fear so it would last throughout the rest of my life and probably haunt me enough I'll pass the fear onto my children. I remember my mommy dressing me and puttin on my make-up. Then she turned me around in the mirror to take a gander at myself and I started to cry. Today, for almost 18 year old girls halloween is just a big excuse to go out, dress slutty, and get some candy, but you gotta love it.

who do i write for

Who do I write for? Or maybe is it, what do I write for? Actually it's both. Who I write for depends on WHAT I am writing for. If I am writing for one of my classes, it's usually not for me. It's usually for a teacher or for their curriculum(sp). In the end though, I am writing for a grade. A grade in which I will recieive, and will go towards my education. So really when I'm writing for a class I am writing for myself whether the topic interests me or not. When I'm not writing for my classes, I am probably writing in my journal which is strictly for me. I love to write for myself. I love the release I get when I put all my thoughts together and throw them up on a little piece of paper. Then at the end of the day you can put all of your problems on that paper and most of the things you stress about so much seem so small. All writers shouldn't be writing for other people. A writer should love to write, and in return should love to write for themself.

a good recipe

Well as a matter of fact this blog is quite ironic. I came down stairs to get a recipe for blueberry muffins, and decided that while I am here I will blog for the day. I am about to embark on a journey of blueberry muffins. I will make about 3 or 4 dozen of them, as the boys in my grade could eat quite a lot. I hope they turn out well. Blueberry muffins are about the best thing you could think of. They serve many purposes. They are breakfast foods. For some odd reason they turned out to be the breakfast muffin over all the other muffins, probably because they have fruit in them. They calm a sweet tooth...well they are muffins. Blueberry muffins are easily transported. They are not full of all the frosting that goes along with cupcakes. Overall blueberry muffins rock, and I am very excited to be baking them on this Monday eve.

farthest ive been

When I was about ten I took a cruise with my family. We flew down to Miami, Florida and started our voyage. We traveled down into the Cayman Islands. There we swam with stingrays. It wasn't quite as fun as I thought it would be. Once I was in the water with all these strange creatures surrounding me in the water I became uneasy. I finally loosened up a little bit and was even able to feed one. From there we went to Cozumel. I got to get my hair braided...wouldn't reccommend it. It was one of the most painful things I've ever done, but I haven't given birth yet. I also got to snorkle. Next time I'd like to try scuba diving. You can only go about an extra foot under the water. Once you go past that foot, you get a mouthful of the worst water that you will ever come in contact with. This summer I will hopefully be taking a trip to Italy so I can finally not say "the farthest Ive been is Mexico"

a place i like

I like to hike. My favorite place to hike is Harney Peak in the Black Hills, South Dakota. It is such a wonderful place. First you start the hike in a winding valley filled with butterflies and a different array of colorful flowers. Then it stretches into a stiff hill. It is quite short, but it gets your heart pumping. The trees extend way over your head. The tall rocks that belong to Needles Highway lay above your head for part of the trip, and the next thing you know they are down by your feet. I love the experience of going all the way from the bottom and looking at the top likes its an unreachable source, and then finally being on the top looking down and out at the horizon line. It's an unbelievable experience that I enjoy so much I've done it every summer for the past eight years.

a word i like

I like many words, but I don't like a word for the way it sounds. I like the word love. I'm a seventeen (almost eighteen) and I am in love. I love a boy of course. Well not of course, since there is homosexual people, but anyways I do love a man. He is amazing...sometimes. I love the concept of love, although sometimes it can be quite difficult and painful at times. It's not always easy to put yourself our there, when somebody could shove it all back in your face. Love is a much needed thing. I love many things. I love my mother, and I love my best friend Courtney. I love my work, and my future line of work. I love to love.

buffets

Buffets are gross. Think about it. It's just another way for our poor society to support our sick way of eating and it totally explains our fatness. People in our country do everything they possibly could just to not be fat. Basically that means they pop thier diet pills as they are sitting down to dinner at golden coral. So overall you pay twice as much since you get all this variety of food and all of it you could possibly want. That creates a chain reaction of "I need to get my money's worth". I think everybody has either said or heard that phrase at some point in their life. It's a common spoken thing. So "to get their money's worth" people eat like it's frickin Thanksgiving morning! Then they go home watch some T.V. and order a new bottle of their extra strength diet pills.