Journal Entry #2

Food. I like food. I hate seafood though, oh and hotdogs. Seafood is slimy and fishy and gross. The texture in my mouth makes me want to vomit. Hotdogs, well let's just say I was tortured with horrible story of what's in a hotdog and since the third grade I haven't even dared to eat one. Yes, it's almost like a phobia. For my favorite food ever, well that's kind of hard. There are some many kinds of foods that I enjoy, especially depending on my mood. For instance, when I'm starving I eat all kinds of junk. When I am ready for a sit down mood I like to enjoy a juicy tender steak, but that's not too often. When the family and I go out to eat on Friday's I usually eat chicken tenders, fries, and a class of h2o OR I eat mild chicken wings with lots of bleu cheese. (yum) Typing this has gotten my taste buds a-going. Anywho, I enjoy taste testing foods I know. I'm not really into the foreign foods, they make me nauses to think of what each ingredient is. I do love eating pizza and wings when I go to New York because well thats what they are somewhat famous for. I'm ready to go to New York and eat this food.

Unlike Jade, I love carrots. They are great to dip in ranch and italian dressing. Yum! They also take away the spicey in spicey wings. Celery is great as well to accompany the carrots and wings. I want to eat carrots now!

I'm ready to leave. Mrs. Dunigan is sick and she doesn't know why. She is quite aggravated with this. "It is June and I'm sick."

We all want out of this building. It's too white and blue and puts a depressing frown upon our faces.

This journal entry is random but so is today.

Journal Entry #3

Ah vintage. I love the fashion and housing style of vintage. I don't know what it is but it is amazing. The vintage style is extremely sophisticated and definately unique. Even though this style is coming back there are limited places to actually flaunt this style. Most people wearing the vintage style is fashion models, celebrities, and real ritzy people. Girls in this area of the country are somewhat vintage but its more the vintage T than the actual full outfit. The image I have posted with this blog is gorgeous, I'd love to wear this out but I'm not sure where. I know you are suppose to be yourself and express yourself but I'm not sure I'd wear this out in public. You also have to have the right body to fit this type of style. Vintage dresses, ahh, are amazing! Much more than the T's are or this outfit here. The vintage dress can be worn more casually without controversy. The vintage look makes me think of the boho style as well. Most of the dresses for this style are heavy and "bagged" on the wear-er. What I really find unique with the vintage look is that they usually have belts to follow along with. Each outfit looks totally different from the other and the pastel colors with one bold color creates a new extremity that I personally adore!

Journal Entry #2

When asked what sound or smell reminds me of someone, I'd have to say the sound of wind chimes jingling in the Spring air reminds me of my grandma. Every other day I'd go to her house after school where she sould babysit me until my mom came to pick us up. When the weather got warm they'd turn their garage into another living room area. They'd put down that ugly rough green grass carpet on the hard concrete and add in porch furniture. Hanging from the deep brown wooden beam was this ancient wind chime. It was obviously a cheap one, because the wood was cracking and the middle piece was made of plastic. After grabbing an after school snack I'd sit in the garage living room sipping on a huggie and eating some oreos. The garage door would be opened but there was big plastic screens in its place. At the other end of the garage was the sliding glass door that was opened as well; this way a nice Spring breeze would flow through the room. As my brother flipped through channels on the TV and usually stopping on Boy Meets World, the spring breeze would blast through the room creating a musical chime. The sound of the chimes at my grandmothers was like no others. It didn't sound like the chime at my other grandmas house, this one had a unique chime to it. Everytime I heard it, the sound would make me smile and remember my grandma. She'd be in the kitchen boiling the water for my favorite green jello while I watched TV with my brother. I don't think I'd ever forget that sound. It always made the day seem better knowing that it was Spring time and being at grandma's was a time to relax. The garage even had a certain scent to it that I will never forget, this musty, oil, and wooden fragerance. Even though my grandma has past, every time I go to her house to visit my grandpa I hear that wind chime and her smile would spring into my mind.

Journal Entry #1

The topic of hope:

Hope to dream
Hope to love
Hope to find
Hope to see..

We all hope to dream, love, find, and see new things every day. Some of those hopes become reality, just like a dream. Hope can also be defined as wishes. Why do we wish certain things knowing they won't come true? We wish so big that it is utterly impossible to actually make a reality out of it. Just like most say, girls dream big when they watch chick-flicks. The story lines are what women really want, how guys should act. Unfortunately, those are all dreams and hopes that we will find love just like those actresses do, like Cameran Diaz in The Holiday. Oh how I dream and wish to find someone like Jude Laws character and for him to be just as beauitful and amazing as he played to be. Sadly though, that is all a dream and I know there is no one truly out there that is that amazing that would fall my way. Since love takes care of the whole dream and find as well we go onto dreaming to see. We dream to see a beautiful sunset on the eve of a tropical land. Now the good thing about this dream is that it can become a reality. Hopes and dreams have certain extents to where they really will be reality or not. Depending on the complexity of a hope depends on whether it is possible or not. I dream and I hope but usually my dreams and hopes are too far from reality that I can only ponder on its possibility. I've had dreams that have come true, but these are just the small things. Now that I think about it, that is better than nothing. The hopefuls in the world will see one day that their dreams will come true. You can never dream to big, you can only dream not enough. =]