1.) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
Cherub Series The Killing by Robert Muchamore- Talking about the character of Lauren
2.) Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What can you reach?
My Tablet Box
3.) What is the last thing you watched on TV?
Idk, can't remember
4.) Without looking guess what time it is?
Uuum 2:30
5.) Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
2:48 pm. Close kinda :P
6.) With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
Cars sailing down the street
7.) When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
About half an hour ago, went into town.
8.) Before you started this meme, what did you look at?
My phone to see what the text message said.
9.) What are you wearing?
Jeans, white singlet, black crop t shirt, pink cardigan, guitar pendant necklace, bow hair acessory and sunglasses, which are on top of my head.
10.) Did you dream last night?
Yep, I went to school and people were talking about how to "Rain was coming" or something.
11.) When did you last laugh?
About 5 minutes ago.
12.) What are on the walls you are in?
Windows, curtains, a painting,...wall paper?
13.) Seen anything weird lately?
Your face :p
14.) What do you think of this quiz?
'S
ok.
15.) What was the last film you saw?
Despicable Me in 3D
16.) If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?
iPods for everyone >w<
17.) Tell me something about you that I don't know?
I am currently chewing the new 5 gum. It tastes like...bubblegum. aha.
18.) If you could change one thing about the world...
Bring Pokemon into it. Just kidding. >.>
19.) Something you'd like to learn?
Anatomy, how to draw in perspective, how to read music properly...tons of things :)
20.) George Bush:
Zzzz
21.) Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
Either Alice or Amanda or Faye.
22.) Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
Jake. Cuz I dunno. I don't know anybody called Jake.
23.) Would you ever consider living abroad?
Yes :)
24.) What do you want God to say when you reach the pearly gates?
Ummm... Welcome to Heaven?
25.) Tag six people who must also do this in THEIR journal
SYLVIA
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
I suck at writing...Dx
I look up restlessly at the midnight sky, the breeze caressing my porcelain skin. It was on this night 1 year ago that my closest friend, Alice Porter, vanished into thin air-literally. I can remember calling out her name in attempt to get her to face me, but it was as if she was in a trance, a void that she could not escape from. And then her skin began to go transparent, ghostly, as she faded into the air. She seemed strangely unmoved by this. I remember the last thing I saw was her chestnut hair flowing with the wind.
She was one with the world now. She would never return. And I would have to accept that. But I couldn’t.
My name is Ivy, last name unknown. Well, it’s not unknown, but I’d prefer to be known by my first name, not by my last. My last name reminds me of my family too much, who are people I would much rather forget about. I am fifteen years young and was born in the month of October. I am afraid of many things, such as cluttered noise, small spaces, numbers and other people named Alice. I do not go to school; school is for those who wish to be taught about things, and I do not wish to learn from other people. I wish to learn from myself, my mistakes, my thoughts and my actions. I like music and art, which are things that I can call my escape. I have two friends-Alice and Eliora. Alice is gone. Eliora is not.
There are a few things I know about this world. One is that paranormal things exist-but just not in the way in which we are taught. Another is that, as a wise woman once said, “The human race is exceedingly flawed”. And they are. I call humans “they” as I am not one of them. At least, not entirely.
I am on a mission. My head was telling me no, but my heart told a different story. I am looking for Alice. Eliora is by my side, our feet mirroring each other as we saunter down the rugged sidewalk. Our pacing is making rhythms that circle through my ears. The sky is a midnight cloak blanketing the city. We come to a building made of glass, and observe our reflections that this glass creates for us. I pray that no-one is watching us in secret, as I extended my palm towards my reflection, and Eliora out to hers. As my fingers graze the glass, it turns from solid to liquid and melts away. I nod my head at Eliora and we step through the barrier and into the light.
Alice was in amongst this mischief that matter has created for us, and I was going to rescue her whether the world liked it or not. I was fed up with the continuous bullshit that had been laid in my wake.
She was one with the world now. She would never return. And I would have to accept that. But I couldn’t.
My name is Ivy, last name unknown. Well, it’s not unknown, but I’d prefer to be known by my first name, not by my last. My last name reminds me of my family too much, who are people I would much rather forget about. I am fifteen years young and was born in the month of October. I am afraid of many things, such as cluttered noise, small spaces, numbers and other people named Alice. I do not go to school; school is for those who wish to be taught about things, and I do not wish to learn from other people. I wish to learn from myself, my mistakes, my thoughts and my actions. I like music and art, which are things that I can call my escape. I have two friends-Alice and Eliora. Alice is gone. Eliora is not.
There are a few things I know about this world. One is that paranormal things exist-but just not in the way in which we are taught. Another is that, as a wise woman once said, “The human race is exceedingly flawed”. And they are. I call humans “they” as I am not one of them. At least, not entirely.
I am on a mission. My head was telling me no, but my heart told a different story. I am looking for Alice. Eliora is by my side, our feet mirroring each other as we saunter down the rugged sidewalk. Our pacing is making rhythms that circle through my ears. The sky is a midnight cloak blanketing the city. We come to a building made of glass, and observe our reflections that this glass creates for us. I pray that no-one is watching us in secret, as I extended my palm towards my reflection, and Eliora out to hers. As my fingers graze the glass, it turns from solid to liquid and melts away. I nod my head at Eliora and we step through the barrier and into the light.
Alice was in amongst this mischief that matter has created for us, and I was going to rescue her whether the world liked it or not. I was fed up with the continuous bullshit that had been laid in my wake.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
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