I want to (be)...

I want to (be)…

·         The girl you stay up and hang out with until 4 in the morning.

·         The girl of your dreams.

·         Appreciated.

·         Loved.

·         Comforted.

·         Tangled up in your arms.

·         The one you kiss goodnight.

·         There with you now.

·         The highlight of your day.

·         Travel the world with you.

·         Dance, splash in the puddles, and kiss you in the pouring rain.

·         The one who makes you happy.

·         Know all of these unspoken things that I have to assume.

·         Know how you feel about me.

·         The one you have fun with.

·         Make you laugh and smile.

·         Make you feel better when you’re feeling sad and lonely.

·         Take care of you.

·         The one you spend the holidays with.

·         Valued/respected.

·         Treated like a princess.

·         The thought you can’t get out of your mind.

·         The girl who makes your heart race.

·         Understood.

·         Outgoing and self-confident.

·         Vent.

·         Reassured.

·         Wanted.

·         Romanced by you.

• Your best friend and so much more.

I want you to want me and I need you to need me. I want all of these things and more. I know you’re not the affectionate type and all, but I wish we could compromise. I don’t want you to change anything about you. I just need to know how you feel and it drives me crazy when you don’t say a word or you just sit there and don’t even acknowledge my presence, or when you don’t smile unless it is convenient for you. News flash it shouldn’t and doesn’t work like that; you’re supposed to be my boyfriend. All of these things I want to tell you and more. It seems like I can never find the words to say. You know how I feel about you, but you don’t give me any feedback. I want there to be better communication between us. I don’t want to annoy or frustrate you at all, but it seems like that is all I ever do anymore. I just want to work this out…

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Re: Halloween

I didn't have a costume for Halloween. So, I searched my entire room, looking for something to find to go with my barbarian boots, or just looking for anything to create my own costume with. Then, I stumbled upon this brown dress. At first, I didn't think it would look right with my barbarian boots, so I tried it on just to see how it would look, and surprisingly it didn't look that bad (to me). So, I was a barbarian woman for Halloween. I had a lot of fun with it. You might be able to tell by the goofy second picture. This is random, but someone had called me after I had got all dressed up, and I had got the great/stupid idea to speak in grunts like a cave/barbaric woman, to play the part. I thought it was funny. :)

Halloween

I have never been into the whole Halloween festivities. I stopped trick or treating when I was like 5 years old. I was never big on trick or treating, but I love candy. All of my sister’s wanted to trick or treat every year, so I would always drive around with my mom and take them and let them make their rounds, around town. I would always steal some of their candy…so not fair for them, but it was so worth it.

It is always fun when I go over to my best friend’s house for Halloween. We hang out, invite a few people over, pass out candy to the trick or treaters, ate caramel apples, and watch scary movies. Well, this Halloween started out like any other, as it got later and darker, the mood got creepier. Except we hung out the night before Halloween this year. We turned off all the lights because she had lit a bunch of candles earlier, before I had arrived. A few hours after we had been hanging out, when the lights were turned off, I had notice a mannequin head was staring at me; it really creeped me out. It looked kind of like Michael Jackson. There was a candle lit right beside the mannequin, so the shadows it displayed on it gave the illusion that the mannequin’s lip was moving. We started to tell ghost stories. Yes, of course they were lame…Nobody would move the mannequin, so it stared at me for at least an hour maybe two. When I left to go home, it was really dark and I was still creeped out by the mannequin and I parked across the street from my friend’s house. As I was on my way to my car, these 3 boys and a dog was walking toward me. I suddenly freaked out and hurried to get in my car. I kept on thinking to myself “I don’t want to get raped!”

This is the creepy mannequin that stared at me all night. Good times!

I really wanted to dress up for a Halloween party or go to a haunted hotel or something fun and festive this year. But that didn’t work out…and plus I didn’t even have a costume. Though I do have barbarian house shoes/boots. They are really furry with a rope wrapped around them. I think they are really cool.

Happy Halloween! :)

Random

I have realized that when I blog, I start to ramble and jump into different thoughts. I might not stay on topic at all; I just try to get all of my thoughts into a blog post. All of the topics I write about really don't usually have a point or a purpose. I just thought started writing about the random things that I have recently thought about. I am always zoning out and deep in thought. My mom always tells me to snap out of it, when I do not look her in the eye. She thinks I am drifting off or spacing out, when in reality I am listening to her and thinking about what she is telling me, but I am also looking up when I think about our conversation. I tend to day dream also.
I love being random, having random conversations, and being completely spontaneous. I may be predictable, but I have my moments where I completely shock and surprise people, when they least expect it. There is an unexplained excitement to random moments. You never really know what to expect in those random times, and there is no way to predict what could happen. Being random and spontaneous is super fun. Placing expectations and limitations on things can cause conflict and stiffness, which creates no room for fun. Staying open minded allows the mind to explore and it opens the door to creativity.

Reflection

Creating and writing a fluency blog for 30 days seemed pretty cool; I was unsure and skeptical, but excited to blog. I have never blogged before. I thought it was interesting; I could have a little fun with it and make it my own. I found it difficult to create a fluency blog and write a blog every day for 30 days. Over time blogging became easier, yet harder to do. It was hard to write a blog when I had trouble coming up with a topic or had writer’s block. I really liked the fact that I could blog about random topics that I wanted to write about or anything that popped into my mind. I was not too crazy about blogging every day. I had no problems blogging; it was just the fluency part that stumped me.

I do not know if this project has changed me as a writer. I do feel more comfortable with posting my writing to the public on my blog. I am still insecure about my writing, but I have gained some confidence in my writing. I don’t think I have seen significant writing changes, due to this fluency blog project. I know I could have used my in class free writing assignments, but when I read through my journal free writes, I did not really like them. I felt more comfortable creating random subjects to write and start from scratch. If I used any of my journal free writes, I would change and rewrite a lot of what I previously wrote in class.  

I believe I could have been more organized and managed my time better to create more interesting, fluent blog posts. I never thought I would enjoy blogging, but I suddenly grown to like it within a short amount of time. I may not be a good blogger or writer, but I try and I think it is fun and a great way to express myself. I really would like to gain creativity in my writing to make it more interesting to captivate my audience’s attention and not bore them. If anyone ever reads my blog…

My Guardian Angel/Protector

I believe everyone has a guardian angel. I believe my protector is God. I also believe that he sent an angel from heaven above to protect me and be my guardian angel. I don’t know if my guardian angel is a close friend of mine or just an angel that I cannot see and is always by my side. All I know is that I feel a presence that makes me feel secure and protected. It’s nice to know that God has specially chosen the right angel for me and sent them down from heaven, just for me.

I know I am protected and kept in safe hands because there have been some crazy events happening in my life recently. About a month ago, around 2 o’clock in the morning, I fell asleep while driving down highway 60. I had a late class and afterwards I hung out with a buddy of mine. I tried to open my eyes so many times, but I just could not keep my eyes open. I even tried turning the radio up and singing along, but even this didn’t help. I have never been so tired. My body was shutting itself down quickly and I could even stay awake to fight it. Thank God there wasn’t anyone driving around me. Surprisingly, I stayed on the highway and didn’t crash into anything. I was awakened by the sound of the ridges on the side of the highway. It was by the grace of God that I made it home safely.

Today, after class I almost got hit by a car. It was my own fault. No, I am not suicidal if you were wondering. I wasn’t thinking and it had been a very long morning. I have been stressed out lately and I am very sleep deprived. I always look both ways before crossing the street and I don’t know why I didn’t today. I looked to the right, but not the left. Well at least, not until I had stepped off the curb with one foot and saw this car was less than a foot away from me. It not only scared me half to death, but I know the driver was feeling just like me. If I had taken one more step I could have been hit. Something or someone was protecting me, and I believe it was a guardian angel. My mom had been praying for my safety all morning because she knew something wasn’t right. Prayer works wonders.