Me

I like to think I'm an interesting human. I do some questionable things, like make strange sound effects and put weird emphasis on words that make them sound like I have all sorts of different accents. But you know what? its fun and makes talking more fun. Some of my best friends would even go as far as call me crazy! I wouldn't quite go that far personally, sure I like to talk to myself sometimes, and I'm a little bit loud and obnoxious in places where its probably not that appropriate... but that doesn't make me crazy does it? Anyway I'm also quite the baby when it comes to romantic and horror movies. I'm a cry baby when it comes to romantic movies in the way were I put myself in their shoes and just blubber like a little baby when anything bad happens, because lets face it, every single romantic movie something sad happens and it sets weak people like me off. Like your at the theater and there is that one person sitting in the back row crying her eyes out, ya that would be me. As for horror movies I'm a baby in a way that I love them after I watch them but during I'm a mess. I bury myself in pillows and make sure I'm up against a wall so nothing can attack me from behind. I actually watched the movie 'MAMA' on Shaw on demand (go watch the trailer) the other day with my friend and her family, and they were actually laughing at me because of all the stupid sounds that were coming out of my mouth every time something scary or messed up happened. Also how buried in huge couch cushions I was. After the movie I took a deep breath and I was fine. The movie was actually really good, the ending kinda sucked but the rest made up for it. I love horror movies for that reason that they can play on my emotions so much and just really make me feel the intensity of what's going on! That is why I hate superhero movies! Like don't get me wrong I love good action movies, but with superhero movies its the same thing, Good guy Vs. Bad guy and the good guy always wins and gets the girl, its just not my style. So these are just a few things I can ramble off the top of my head about myself and how eccentric I am. I hope it made you giggle!

CrAnK

Crank, Crystal, Tina, Ice. All names for the drug that you can never get enough of accordding to Kristina Georgia, or better yet her other personality "Bree". Every time I read a page in this book my heart breaks a little more. Till the point where it shattered at the end. I felt so much of her pain, and it was just a book. Addictions, Boys, a new baby! I felt so bad for her and shes just a CHARACTER! Bree is a girl who let a boy introduce her to the monster, and once you meet the monster, your partners for life. Crack Cocaine is not just a way to get high, its a way of life. You try it once and you must dance forever. Burning golf ball sized black holes in your brain, and there is nothing you can do about it! because the monster screams for you every hour of the day. Whispering in your ear so quietly but yet yelling so loudly for you to come back to it. Crashing seems like the worst part. Withdrawal, looking like death, Sleeping for days, Ignoring the people that love you and almost staving to death. Nothing of which sounds like anything I would want anyone to go threw! I don't understand why people would ever want to try this. Not for all the money in the world! Nothing in this world is worth literally flushing you sanity, life and future down the hole like that! No matter how old you are. Bree was only 16. She was the same age as me... And by the time she was 17 her life was over!! Every penny she saved up was shipped to her addiction.. her family treated her different because they new something was off. Then she got raped. All for the sake of the monster. The addiction she just couldn't fight, But the worst part is, I don't think she wanted to fight it. I love this book!! and i would recommend it to anyone who thinks there every going to do hard drugs.. because it shows you her life before and after! Its a powerful, beautiful, fast pace easy read but its very inspirational!

The Creative hour

My ideal place. There is nothing I want more in this world then to live somewhere were it is warm every hour of every spectacular day. A place that i can call home, On a bay surrounded by clear turquoise water and soft white sand. Maybe even a huge three story almond house, with chocolate coloured pillars and massive white windows and a pointed brown roof to match. The top floor will be the master bedroom with its own bathroom and walk in closet. There would be a massive bay window in the room facing the ocean so you could soak up the beautiful view every day. The main floor would be where the kitchen will take your breath away with its stainless steel appliances and black granite counter tops. There would also be a living and dinning room with a 60' TV and a shocking surround sound system. The ground floor will be where all the kids and guest bedrooms are. Ensuring that everyone has there own personal space. Surrounding the ground floor will be beautiful green, golf course like grass for the Doberman pincher's and Boxers to play with the kids, running and chasing each other around the tall maroon two seated swing set. Just passed the grass will be my own personal beach filled with the clear, soft, sparking white sand. At least two large laid back lawn chairs spaced evenly across the sand and two hammocks hanging gently from the elegant, emerald green palm trees. Hitched to the dock descending from the beach floats the toys. A big amber and jet black speed boat, followed by two identical jet ski's.

Top Three List

Top three things that mean the most to me.

Criteria:
Why,
For how long,


#3 My Home
My home is the third most important thing to me because it is the place I rest my head at nigh. It's the only place I want to be when I'm down or ill, and its a place I know is mine, that no one can take away. I also cherish it every time it rains, and every time I see, hear, or read anything that has to do with a child or a family that doesn't have a sturdy roof over there heads. For only a measly year and a bit that I have lived in this house I have managed to grow very attached.

#2 My Education
For the first 10 years of my public school career I felt like I was in a mine field, constantly feeling like I was going to blow up and fail at any moment. Never trying as hard as I could because I didn't feel like I was capable of doing any kinda good. That changed in grade 10 when I lost a few of my best friends and became isolated alone in each class. Being completely alone with no one to talk to kinda forces you to pay attention. Every since that awful semester in school my view of how important my education is has never been the same.

#1 My Mom
Not just my mom, but my family as well, has been a huge inspiration to me and the paths I should be taking in my life. My beautiful mother has raised me to be a very mature, independent, individual and forced me to look threw the present and see the future and how my actions will effect EVERYTHING I do in life. There is nothing more I want in life then to make a good living for myself and be able to take care of her when she is old because ever since I was born she has put a roof over my head and never gave up on me. The least I can do is provide for her on her last stage of this beautiful life.

Changing History

     The time is now, But what if you could take everything that is now, and throw it back a few years? Would it change the course in how things run today? I have thought about this for a little while now. I have hypothesised that if we took the knowledge from today and put it in the past it would most definitely change the future. Although not in all cases would the change be all that dramatic, it would still change the future. So if I could send myself back in time I would go to the day I got suspended from school in grade 8.
     It was a chilled December afternoon, snow covering the back field. Two of my best friends and I had just finished our final day of school before the glorious and much waited on winter break. The school had planed to have a dance that evening, and my friends and I were venturing threw the snow back to my house to gussy up. As we walked, we talked of course, and one of the conversations we had was something i didn't quite agree with but the strength of peer pressure had taken its tole over me and I agreed to do what they were asking. The dance was at 5:30, we were dolled up and carefully tiptoeing threw the snow on our way back to the school. There was an ally behind the school that we had to squeeze threw in order to get to the school and we decided to start our night there. We did things that disappoint me immensely to this day, and the next thing I remember is staring at the clock in the principles office wile it spins and warps out of shape. I felt like i was melting, that there was no chair beneath me, that my body was slowly sinking into a deep pit. I didn't understand what was happening to my body and I wished it to stop over and over again, Then my dad walked in the room and that's when I lost all control. I could not stop the tears flowing down my scared face as I stared into my Father's disappointed green eyes.
     This is the day I wish I could go back too. To stop myself from giving into peer pressure. I feel going back could have saved me a hole bucket of guilt. I would have told myself how awful I would have felt, how dangerous it was and overall how stupid it was.