Once upon a midsummers night...

Once in while, the randomness of life must take hold of us. Because it is called the randomness of life, you never know exactly what is going to happen. I mean sure, you can make some very educated guesses, but unless you are psychic, you can never know exactly what is going to happen. If everyone could know what was going to happen in their lives next, we would instead call it "the predictability of life" and that would be a bit depressing.
Speaking of depressing/depressed/being depressed, it is an emotion that I have never experienced. I have realized (many times before) that I am a very happy person. I would like to say that I am smart, at least moderately good looking (if not on the better looking range of the scale), I am creative, talented in more then just one subject, I have some amazing friends who are basically my family (PS. Twin/Blossom... I LOVE THE BRACELET YOU GAVE ME! IT IS SO PRETTY!), and although there may be times that are tough, I find that everything gets better if I don't wallow or obsess (which is sometimes unavoidable).
I will probably start posting more of my artwork ideas on here as well as on my blog so if you have any suggestions or advice, send me your ideas/advice because it helps quite a lot. Well I guess that is probably good for one post. I don't think I need to add much more. Well.... BYE!
 
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A flicker
then another
all of a sudden
it is light
as if someone has flipped a switch
look up
you see the stars
twinkle
like sequins
on a blanket
of navy, violet and indigo.
The moon glimmers
giving of an addictive glow
that you can't resist.
Would you
live at night,
if you could,
like the fairies
in the land of make believe,
living off of star dust
and moon shine.
The stroke of midnight is powerful.
It changes things,
ends spells,
brings on a new day.
Would you,
if it was possible,
become someone new,
live in an alternate reality,
and wake up one day in your own
fairytale land
full of princes,
princesses,
fairies,
mermaids,
and magic?
All you have to do is believe,
think happy thoughts,
and up you'll go,
flying through the air,
like Peter and Tinkerbell.
But try that without fairydust,
and you can't get very far.
Instead, think happy thoughts,
and believe in the magic of reality
and once in a while,
once upon a time,
be sure to lay in the grass,
look at the stars,
take in the moon light,
and just absorb the magic

I may or may not add something to this at a later date.

So I wrote this poem a few years ago and it just resurfaced the other day so I thought that I might post it :)
 
Twas the night before christmas
and all though my mind
thoughts were stirring
of weather devine
Though I know
It is too much to want,
visions of snow
play on repeat through my thoughts
Is it really to much to ask
for something that will make many so happy?
Like the saying goes
I want to wash my hair with snow
I want to roll around in snow
I want to make snow angels
I want to throw snowballs
I feel like a child again, with wants pouring out of my head.
So Santa dearest, my wish, even if it doesn't come true, is snow.
Snow for the young and the old,
the ground, the sky
and everything in between
Even a bit for me to catch with my tongue.
Though it is the child in me that wants snow,
It is the human that wants this bit of natural magic
so that the world can become children again.

I am a lover
~I am a fighter
Yet I fight with a man
~But I am in love with a woman
An infuriating, crazy, thoughtless man.
~A compassionate, dainty, lovely woman.
As a lover, I must love all, or so I am told.
~ As a fighter, I must fight against these feelings I feel.
But I can't.
~ But I can't
Like in grade school, he pushes my buttons
~Her anger is interesting,
And he doesn't care how I feel.
~More calm, more beautiful then the anger I have felt.
This passion is strange.
~ The passion is foreign
To stop and think logically means letting it all in.
~To stop thinking about her would drive me crazy.
They say there is a fine line between love and hate.
~I hate what love can make me do, make me feel.
Both are fiery feelings that easily evolve.
~Now that I think about it, I wouldn't change a thing.
I suppose it is appropriate to love a fighter.
~Even a fighter can change.
Admitting a problem is the first step towards recovery.
~I am a fighter, in love with a lover.
I am a lover, in love with a fighter.
~~WE ARE A MAN AND WOMAN IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER.~~

Today is my 17th Birthday :) I woke up this morning to my parents shouting "happy birthday" at me from the door of my bedroom. Though it was annoying, it made me wake up and see the bag in my mothers arms from Betsey Johnson. My first thought... HOLY CRAP!!!! I ended up pulling a pair of earrings and a jacket out of the bag. My parents are the best parents in the world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Later today I have rehearsal and shall celebrate a bit with my cast mates and then even later.... IT IS KARAOKE TIME!!! I have some guy friends who plan on singing Single Ladies and I can't wait!

So I have a project for my IB art class and I know basically what it is going to look like but I would like to have some different opinions on which of the tree leaves other people like. comment below :)

I have always wished that our eyes could change colors or could show different things.. like the stars

A sort of dedication to Harry Potter. I saw the movie at the midnight showing... It was pretty good but I am kind of bugged that they didn't include the part where Harry fixed his wand with the elder wand. BUT my favorite part of the movie was when Mollie Weasley fought Bellatrix. I have a theory that JK Rowling write that scene specifically for the movies because it translates so well to the screen!