Mortal Mistake

Just wanted to say sorry for the spaceing, as blogger doesnt reconize indents. ): Anyway, here it is-



Once upon a time, there lived a goddess name Fauna. Fauna was set apart from any other goddess for the single reason that once she was born, her father, Zeus, saw her long fiery red hair, and became furious, for he assumed that her mother, Leonora, had cheated on him. Neither had the bright hair of the infant. Zeus then cursed her, imprisoning her to watch life from the clouds. The only way she could be free, was to become a lowly mortal and to end her life with the gods. Seventeen years later, is where the story truly begins.
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Fauna sighed deeply as she gazed down on earth. “ Why cant I be there? Among those with so little cares?” She pondered. She knew of course, the consequence for the freedom she longed. Her mother often warned her of the risks when she came for her seldom visits upon Faunas single cloud, and with the letters she sent along with Hermes. Fauna had the small feeling her mother knew of her longing and temptation to make that undoable choice, yet it didn’t stop her. She was constantly sending small tokens to the earth below, hoping, praying, that they would be noticed. It was such a dull life on her cloud., not much color besides the color she made by forming items and weather from thin air. That was a power she discovered a few years back. She remembered it as if it was only moments ago.
It was nearing winter, and everything was becoming gloomy and dull. Persephone had made way to the underworld to join Hades to pay her debt. Fauna was bored of the constant braiding of her long red hair, and talking to the not so chatty bird that occasionally flew by for a short moment. She then began to write. She wrote until her hands became numb. Writing came natural to her, she wrote poems and fairytales that she could only imagine the mortals below lived out. It was then, when she became so sad and lonesome thinking of the life she wished was hers, it happened. A single droplet of pure blue rain dropped onto her open book in front of her. She looked up, mesmerized. As a huge smile formed on her face then, her bad mood vanished, and a small butterfly came and landed right on her nose. Sadly, only minor things are in her ability , for she was there to bring small measures of happiness and joy to those who needed it most., and for pure enjoyment.
　
As the small breeze whispered through her hair, like a pebbled gracefully running across a river, she shivered. Then as she formed a small orb of heat, at her feet, she laid down to rest.
A few hours filled with tossing and turning , she awoke in a sweat. Her mind was out of the norm, she was anxious. Filled with longing for the warned life, she paced around the white cloud, covered in darkness aside from the small glow around the warm orb. “I cant live like this!” She shouted to herself. “I am an animal here! No freedom for what I truly desire! Its not fair!”
She wiped the sweat from her delicate brow, and called out to Zeus. “ Zeus! I know you can here me! Come here, please.” She begged. “ I have made my decision.” As the last words escaped from her mouth, in the far end of the cloud, a beam of bright light burst forth. There was a shadow, clearly of Zeus, lightning blot ready in hand.
“You awoke me from my sleep?” He said in an ornery tone.
“Yes. I’m Sorry.” Whispered Fauna. “ I wish to go to earth.”
Zeus smiled then, “I see. You are aware of the consequences?” He questioned, already knowing the answer.
“Yes.”
“So be it.” He said. Then taking his staff from his other hand, pointing it to her, he flicked it quickly forward, then it all went black.
In a daze, Fauna awoke to an unfamiliar smell. Grass! She had never seen it so close before! She bent down, chest pressed against the ground, and smelled the grass wet with dew, before she was startled.
“Do I want to know?” Asked a strange face. Fauna jumped, standing up swiftly, she patted her knee length dress down, wiping away the grass and dirt.
“Oh hello there!” She said in a cheery voice. “I am afraid I haven’t met you? I’m Fauna. Daughter of Z-” She cut herself off, she should know better then to say that! How much she has to learn!
“Fauna, Eh?” Said the mysterious boy. “I’m Liam. Are you new here?” He questioned.
Fauna looked around, she didn’t even know her location! She sighed to herself, then rubbing her forehead said, “Um.. Actually, mind telling me where I am?”
Liam tilted his head, clearly confused. “Well, This is New York City.” He said slowly, then added “in New York.” Then shifted his feet, giving a weak smile.
“Oh. Right. Silly me! How could I forget?” She said, trying to cover up her mix-up. She then looked down to her dress, then to Liam. How peculiar his clothes were! Look at the funny little dress with the seam in the middle, doesn’t even match the top and bottom! She thought to herself.
Little did Fauna know, as she was too busy being a critic of Liam’s clothes, Liam was doing the same. He looked to his stonewashed jeans, then at her faded emerald dress and silver bracelets and wondered why on earth was she wearing a dress, yet one so short, at this time? He then looked around, as the cold fall breeze brushed against his face. After a moment of awkward silence, he then began to walk his way out of central park. Before he was even five feet away, a hand grasped his arm. He looked up, staring into Fauna’s deep dark purple eyes.
“May I help you?” He asked.
“Can you help me?” She questioned, with her voice weak
Liam looked at her for a brief moment as if she was insane, but then cleared his throat then said, “With?”
Fauna’s eyes widened. She didn’t even know what she needed help with. She then looked down in silence, taking her hand away from his arm. They stared at each other for a short moment, then Liam looked back with a confused look on his face, then continued out from the park
As night was approaching fast, Fauna found a small bush in the middle of the park, where she knelt down. Taking her hands out in front of her, she attempted to make an orb. But, nothing happened. She tried a few more times, all resulting unsuccessful., before discovering the true problem. She was a mortal now. True, she remembered her past, but her abilities were no longer present. Curling up into a small ball against a cold brick divider, she sat alone in silence, thinking.
“What have I done?” She thought aloud. All the memories she once hated came flooding back; Her mother with her loving letters and warm hugs, the vibrant butterflies and flowers she had an endless supply of, the entertainment of watching earth all day and night. Oh how she missed them so dearly, even as it was only a day passed. She wept silently, realizing her great mistake.

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Fauna spent that night alone in central park, weeping silently to herself. She made the hast decision to leave the life she was blessed with, to go to one she knew little about., and regretted it. Take it upon yourself to learn from her mistake and be content with what’s given to you. For one simple mistake, could be the end of it all.

Farewell.

Just wanted so I am going up on "It's my life". It seems like it has brought more frowns then smiles, and in the end it's just not worth it. Thanks for the support guys (:

Down.

"Said It All"

When the tears fall away 

And there's no conversation 

There's nothing left to break 

That's not already broken 

You're staring into space 

And every inch of silence 

Been standing here for days, and days 

Said it all 

Nothing to say at all 

Nothing to say that matters 

Haven't we heard enough? 

Said it all 

Nothing to say at all 

Nothing to say that matters 

Doesn't matter any more 

In the sudden light of day 

The weight of expectation 

Hurt begins to fade 

As you find a new direction 

Been talking here for days and days and days 

Said it all 

Nothing to say at all 

Nothing to say that matters 

Haven't we heard enough? 

Said it all 

Nothing to say at all 

Nothing to say that matters 

Doesn't matter any more 

All of the miles of words we've spoken 

All of the lines that got away 

Didn't we take the time to say them all? 

All of the miles of words we've spoken 

All of the lines that got away 

Didn't we take the time to say them all? 

Said it all 

Nothing to say at all 

Nothing to say that matters 

Haven't we heard enough? 

Said it all 

Nothing to say at all 

Nothing to say that matters 

Haven't we said it all? 

Another lame poem.

You say are my friend

That you are here till the end

through thick and thin

You claim we are like twins

But yet you tease me

your nothing more then a flee

Thank God, im no longer blind

When everyone else may think your kind

I can see behind your smirk

it's obvious your just a jerk

a heartless monster with no soul

to feast on terror is your goal

well congratulations now you've won

I know I'm not the only one

who's spirit was shattered in the end

you need more then fear in order to fend

so you attack as you must

leaving behind nothing but dust

but someday I hope you know

that no one likes your little show.

And if you listened to the moral of the story

of any comic, funny of gory

you would see that in the end

That on fear alone, you can not fend

for friends and love is a crucial point

sorry if I disappoint <3

If Mirrors Could Talk

I look deep into the reflection

Looking back isn't me, but a perfection

Tall,Skinny,Ginger,Hot.

Everything I am not.

I just want to stare,

Oh how I wish that was me there

I drag my longing eyes away

though I could have stayed all day

For then reality hits like a brick

as if my shin had been given a kick

There stands the real me,

As ugly as can be.

a warm tear glides down my cheek,

I turn away, I'm just a freak.

Why even bother? Its Just a Mock.

Boy do I wish mirrors could talk..

Random Mess Of Pointless Drama

Well. Prepare yourself for one long rant about pointless topics.Topic One, Why am such a bitch? seems like everyother day I either do something I regret, or am called one. I know I'm not perfect, but hating me won't make it better <3. Topic two, I need to stop saying stuff then taking it back a moment later. If I keep up with my being indecisive I am going to be the boy who cried wolf. And I don't want that. :/. Topic number three, Why can't I have one, ONE, drama free day? Honestly. That's all I want. Topic four, If you have a problem with me? Tell me. Please. Anyway, that's all for now. Stay tuned for more pointless crap from my boring life next time.

Thankful.

Hey guys, I wanted to blog about what I am truly thankful for, after seeming the terrible destruction in Japan and how quickly what you love, can be gone. My heart goes out to the people awaiting to hear from family and friends in the area, and for the relatives of those victims of this tragedy. It's crazy to think how one day everything is fine, and the next everyone is in danger. I am keeping Japan and other areas hit, in my prayers and I hope you guys do too.

Some of the things I'm thankful for are-

Knowing God, and being able to pray to him.

My saftey.

The good health of me, and family and friends.

Life.

All of my unneeded blessing God grants me anyways.


Now I have a request for you, make a list of 5 things your most thankful for. And post them as a comment of on you blog, whatever. Also please keep Japan in your prayers. <3

Love,
Me. <3

Questions that cannot be answered.

I sit here on the floor of my small room, clutching my iPod, with my clarinet assembled next to me. I haven't touched it in over a year. I quit the band when the uneeded stress from the director became enough. I packed it away, and it sat in the attic ever since. When I quit, I was only on the second book. I was never truly interested in band, I loved the instument, but I lacked the patience. After having the longest weekend ever. filled with tears, anger, confliction, and few moments of joy, the one thing that kept coming across my mind was the clarinet. "Go to the attic Karee! Find your old lesson book, play again. don't surrender" I kept thinking. So when the house was emerged in other actions, I snuck up to the attic. retrieved the lonely instrument, and assembled it. I felt the wood in my hand, the cold metal keys. So I licked the reed, and attempted to play. Yet no noise. I tried again, same result. Why is the instrument that called to me, rejecting me? This is something I have been pondering... I am searching for the answer. I have looked over the instrument many times, nothing is there to ail it. Why cannot one thing go right?

Virtual Reality.

Have you ever wanted a double life? a place to escape from the harsh thing known as reality? Well Habbo.com is that for me. Habbo is a virtual world were for  most cases is a role play "rp" website. Therefore you have almost a new identity, formed to how you desire. That identity can attain what you dream to. This below is my character, Mandy. I hope you enjoy her brief biography :)

Ps. I got bored, hence the random facts. Lol

Amanda "Mandy" Alice Peterson

DOB- May 27
Age-27
EC- Brown
HC-Scarlett
Height- 5"6
Allergies- onions.
RS-Taken, and Expecting (:
Blood Type- A-
Favorite;
Color- Green
Movie- Alice in Wonderland
Book- Harry Potter Series
Animal- Llama
Her worst fear(s)- Bugs. or Anything that involves bugs, or looks like one. Being secluded.
Hobby- Messing with noobs, and tasing people :)
Pet Peeve- Noobs. :)
Disliked quality- Talks too much.
Liked quality- decorating skills.
Traits- Very laughable, gets down from time to time, attempts to see the good in everyone, worrier, not a partier, loves to read, loves animals.

Brief Biography-
   Mandy Was Born to Alice Barlow In Paris, The heart of France many years ago on May 27 (Father Unknown). Alice was 16 at the time and decided it would be best to give her up for adoption, in hopes of a better life. Since their depart Mandy has not seen or heard from her mother. All she knows is what was in her file at the orphanage.
   Mandy was then adopted at the age of two by Matthew Peterson, A star wars obsessed Canadian.She had one one adoptive brother, Brian, whom later grew up to be married, then widowed, left to raise his daughter, Meghan. Mandy then lived most of her life in Quebec with her adoptive family. Most weekends were spent Building forts with Brian, watching star wars, and playing with her pet inguana, Chuckie. Minus the weekend were they discovered she was allergic to onions, which was spent in the Hospital after her throat swelled up from the consumption of onion rings at a birthday party.
    Then around the beginning of the lovely teen years is when she began to focus on other things. she began painting and sketching while attending a local High school, after she graduated she then decided to explore her options, and after much thought and consideration, she decided to go into the medical feild.
  She then packed up her bags and set off for Middlesbrough, UK, after hearing of James Cook University Hospital, Where she Became a student doctor. Since then she has surpassed her roles as F1-2 and is currently The Clinical Lead Of Trauma. Friendships were easy to attain at JCUH, and Now days Mandy spends her off hours in the company of close friends, redecorating her home, and annoying noobs.

 And that my friends is a brief history of Mandy A. Peterson. :)

Chitter Chatter

I have come to a conclusion that I talk too much. It seems I can never stop. I have tried not talking but I usually fail and burst out talking away with any random news I can think of. I am constantly being told to be quiet and that a -insert loud object here- is quieter then me. When I wisper. Personally I don't think I am thaaaat loud/talkative. I just have lots to say :) and who says I can't talk? God gave me a mouth for a reason! Why not use it? But I think I talk much more then half the people I know. Well maybe not in class, or at a party, but when it comes to texting/Instant messaging/ and email. That's when I tend to get the chattiest. My theory is, your my friend, why shouldn't I say hello? But I believe I say hello to the point where people are getting annoyed... Anyway, I talk too much. So as of now, I will try to maintain one day of silence. I won't say hello, until you say hi fist. You honestly don't think I was planning on NOT talking!? That would be crazy talk. This way, you can choose If you wish to talk to me :) This Day Starts Now.

Why Is A Raven Like A Writing Desk?

I just watched the movie Alice in wonderland, and I couldn't help but wonder, Why is a raven like a writing desk? This is something the mad hatter asks Alice quite a bit, and the answer to this quirky riddle was never given :( I tried googling it, but no luck! now I cannot get it out of my mind! This is going to bug me until I figure it out. So I ask of you all a favor, get your best idea of why a raven is like a writing desk, and leave it in a comment below :) Much appreciated!

Pointless post

The world has a weird way of working things. I just had the worst week of my life, but now? i have had one of the BEST weekends  in a looooong time. :) now to finish up my duck tape dress, and blast pandora. :) The day is mine and i shall make the best of it <3

Another Lame Post

Well this is a crappy week so far, and it's only Wednesday! oh joy. So far this week a "friend" of mine decided to alert me I'm gay via writing it ALL OVER my math assignment, my friends have been abandoning me one by one, I was tormented to the point of tears twice today alone, and thats just the start. I feel lost, confused, angered, despair, and yet I feel hope. as if help is on the way. I await it's arrival everyday with eager hands. 

on the plus side of things, next week is spirit week. aka, a week packed with crazy dress up days to build school pride. Monday Is duct tape day and I am making a sweet dress :) Tuesday, Crazy hair day, Wednesday, Pj day, and Thursday, School Pride. Which will be all a lie because i lack pride for the school that has caused so many tears.

Chapter One!

Chapter 1- One of a Kind.

          It was an early Saturday morning, well for me it was, for the rest of the world, noon. I’m Penny; I am unique, one of a kind, and a loner. What you are reading is a personal glimpse of my life before I become famous, which will happen, someday.

As for now, I am just an ordinary 14 year old trapped in the zoo called junior high, where everyone is like howler monkeys and buzzing bees. The noise in the hall is yet to cease. The bulling and teasing has become like biting your nails, you don’t notice it after time.

I somehow manage to gather enough energy to drag myself out of bed and change into some clothes. I look around my room that looks as if a tornado had literally just gone through it. Empty bowls and cups lying around, clothes all over the floor, and my walls coated with poems and paintings. I shut the door and walk down the stairs, into the bright sun filled kitchen. As always, I look to the ugly little wood carved family key hanger my gram got at a garage sale and was “Just the cutest little thing!” to see if the keys to the rusty old slug bug where there, they weren’t. This meant one thing, Gram was out rummage sailing.

 It’s what she does every Saturday ever since I came to stay with her when my parents drowned on a sinking ship. I remember the last time I saw them too. I was five and they were all excited for this trip my mum won from work, a cruise around the world. They kissed me goodbye and left me for a couple weeks with gram. “We will be back before you know it squirt!” my dad said before they left “you won’t even realize we’re gone!”                                      

“be good now!” my mum called out, “don’t cause trouble!, love you!” then she gave a me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. That’s the last I saw of them, and ever since I have lived with gram. To be honest, I think there is more to the story then what gram told me, but there is no getting something out of her if she doesn’t want you to know.

I took this alone time to pour myself a glass of apple juice and pop a couple waffles in the toaster. As I waited I walked into the living room, and began to read the newspaper. Newspaper headlines fascinate me, how the writer can take the dullest of news, and make it sound intresting by a clever title. “Rampage at Local Minimart” could really be, some guy was wasted and caused a small scene. Not that interesting, right? But the title makes you want to read it! I just finished the currents section when the I heard the toaster ding, I got up, got my waffles, and headed back to read the rest of the paper.

Around three o’clock Gram came home, told me to comb my hair, then went upstairs to take a nap. So I headed up the creaky old stairs and rummaged through my room for my hairbrush, after a brushed my hair and as I was just about to press play on my CD player the doorbell rang. So I tossed aside the CD case I was holding and ran down the stairs. There I found my best friend Eliza sitting in the tree in the front yard, hair in braids, mismatched knee highs, and overalls. She then sees me standing there and jumps down from the tree, runs up to the porch and hugs me.

“Boy do I got news for you!” she said, her eyes filled with delight.

“What?” I question, “It’s not bad is it?”

She lets out a laugh “Well for Nellie it is, for me? Its AMAZING news!” I can tell she is excited by the way she is smiling at me with her big grin,

“Oh! Do tell!” I ask, eager to hear the news she is so happy about

“Well, you know the spring production?” she says “you know, the one with the biker dude and the beach girl?”

“you mean grease?”

“Yes! That’s it!”

“so? Spill!”

“well a few weeks ago I auditioned for that French chick and…”

I butted in before she could finish, “You got the part??” I didn’t even have to wait for her to answer, her face said it all, the big grin, her eyes bursting with excitement “Congrats!”

“Thanks” she says, she then takes her hand and shoves it into her pocket, rummaging around for something. She then pulls out a deck of cards, looks to me, and asks ”Kings Corner?”

“Sure, but be prepared for defeat!” Even though we both know she is going to win, she always wins. I’m just not as observant as she is. She notices EVERYTHING, as I wouldn’t notice if someone dumped a bucket of water on my head. At least that’s what gram says. We play a few games, me almost beating her on the last one, when we decide to go make some supper. Its about six o’clock now and we take three hot pockets from the fridge, one for me, one for Eliza, and one for gram who just woke up and was reading the paper.

“Hello Eliza” says Gram “care for a souvenir?” I will never get gram. She takes so much pride in what she gets rummage sailing, yet can’t miss a beat to give it away. Probably for the best though, if she didn’t give it away I think she would be classified as a hoarder. Anyway, like usual Eliza takes grams gift, this time a mismatched set of potholders with a roster on the one, and a flower on the other.

“Thanks!” Eliza calls out as we head into the living room. We are sitting on the couch watching television when she begins with random questions. Eliza is very random. You never know whats going to slip out of her mouth, even if its not the time or the place, she says what she feels.

          “Why are they called hotpockets, when the most certainly are not pockets?” she wondered aloud.

          “I think its because of the little slip it goes in” I tell her “doesn’t it look like a pocket?”

          Eliza then stared at her hot pocket in her hand for a few moments and then nodded her head, “I believe you are right Penny.”

          We then played a few games of kings corner, and by the time we got done with the last game, it was about eight o’clock. “Well. I better get going if I don’t want to be mugged by a stranger.” Eliza said, peering out of a window. See, that’s a perfect example, she just lets things slip. Eliza then jumped over the couch, slipped on her green converse with the bugs bunny laces, said goodbye and told me not to eat rat poison, gave me a hug and skipped down the sidewalk without another word.

          I then decided to call it a night, so I showered and grabbed my book. Its about the billionth time I have read Tuck Everlasting, but I love the book and will continue to read it until the binding falls off. Which looks like it could happen any day now seeing I have read it so many times and it was already beat up when gram picked it up at a garage sale. Taking the sheets of my bed, and carefully sliding into them I pick up my book and read.

          The next thing I know, its morning and the smell of French toast fills the house. It’s the only time gram cooks, Sunday morning French toast brunch. I then look toward my clock which tells me its about ten o’clock. So I get out of bed, get dressed, and head downstairs to find Gram at the stove, and pile of toast to her right. “Morning Gram” I mumble, grabbing myself a plate

          “Morning Penny” She replies, as she turns of the stove and takes a seat next to me, she then looks at me, as if wanting approval on her breakfast,

          “Its really good! Best batch yet!” I encourage, but I lied, because to be honest Gram is not meant to cook. She tends to either leave things halfway raw, like today’s French toast or burn them to a crisp. I can never tell her that of course, it would break her heart.  So I lie as always, and the look of joy on her face is well worth it.








Let me know what you think of it! looking for all the tips i can get!

Procrastination.

I strive to be the one in the led


popular, and a straight A student is what i wish to be


but as of now the goal seems out of reach


Science is hard and math isn't a peach.


my grades seem to be falling more and more


as if my future is walking out the door


so many distractions, so little time


why do homework when i can write a rhyme?


i think i have just proved my point...


sigh, i gotta get out of this joint.

Never say never

another day of school is here

so once more I must conquer my fear

of speaking to you, whom I like

it's like getting on stage and talking into a mic

the only problem seems to be

that I hate crowds most defiantly

so talking to a thousand people

is like jumping off the top of a steeple 

but just for you, I take the plunge

absorbing my fear like a sponge

I nervously look and awkwardly wave to you

you laugh, then I notice the toilet paper on my shoe

I feel as if all is lost, it's over now.

the boundaries have been pushed further then I would allow

my friends gently try to tell me

that this happens to everybody

but I can sense their lies

they should try harder to disguise 

the obvious truth 

that my life is no use

they all say I'm special in my very own way

but that's the same recitation they told me yesterday

you hate me now, all hope is lost

I feel like garbage that has just been tossed

but little did I know that moment

soon I wouldn't feel like a disgusting rodent.

 for tomorrow you come up to me

and ask to speak privately 

we walk into an empty room

with nothing in it besides a mop and broom

that's when you told me then

that if I was barbie you would be Ken

my heart is beating the beat of love

I feel like I'm soaring like a dove

you lean in close to make your move

I feel as if I am in my groove

after waiting years for this

we have shared our first kiss.

in my dreams...

your everything to me

only with you I wish to be

long to know if you love me too

I feel hopeless without you

at night when I dream forever

i see you and I together

but then reality strikes

I awake to itch a mosquito bite

and then I'm alone to find

the time we shared was all in my mind.

left there, awake to think,

of how you were gone in a blink

we were just two plates on a platter

but that doesn't seem to matter

because now I'm sitting in bed

with a thousand thoughts racing through my head.

of me and you, you and me

and if we were together how happy I would be

but that's just a dream for another time

because Now my alarm begins to chime.

good bye my friend

I will see you soon again.

silent war.

well. I know there are worse cases of bulling then the one I am about to share but yea. anyway, this person, who I will call... Kim. now Kim acts like my friend and we usually get along but she doesn't know the meaning or the words stop and no. it may not sound like bulling but she pinches me, hits me "gently","tickles me" (more like scratching with razors as nails) and throws stuff at me, which always seem to hit the back of my head and face by "accident". she also likes to tease me about my features, and calls me names. and if I make any attempt to retaliate she gets mad and freaks out and says I am making a big deal of it. it's terrible. anyway, I am just sick of it and had to get it out. so I thought, " why not in a blog?"

the life of a person i call me.

Hey :] i have decided that since i haven't blogged on a while and have no idea what to talk about, i will tell you about me. I 

• love drawing
• like to write (anything. lame stories, poems, and notes to friends xD ) 
• hate running. i make a fool of myself.
• favor the colors green, pink, and sparkle. (if that counts)
• have 2 dogs and a bazillion hamsters.
• would personally classify myself as a hopeless romantic
• am self conscious.
• tend to be loud. but im shy around people i dont know.
• am 5'8
• enjoy the movie 'Baby Mama' and 'Juno' even though they aren't very...er.. appropriate. mainly Juno..haha
• like  volleyball, but suck at it.
• am a computer addict.
• procrastinate.
• love the show lost and the office.
• dont know what else to put.

well, now you now about me, tell me about you! :D

Head in the Clouds ♥

-sigh- have you ever read something or seen something on a tv show that could never exist or work? well. i recently started reading the AMAZING series known as Harry Potter. and i can rid the feeling that there is a place like hogwarts and that magic exists... i know what your thinking. im a freak.crazy.ect. but im not. because im positive you have the same feeling. doesnt have to be the same as mine. it could be anything! that there are superheros, time machines, aliens, lockness monster, ect.  My word of advice is keep dreaming :] like seriously. dream. i find if i focus on something really hard i can dream about it. sometimes. haha but if you cant live it. dream it.