My entry for iheartfaces!

Here's my first entry for the I Heart Faces photo challenge, Innocent Wonder.

We used to be likethisclose. Now we're t h i s f a r a w a y. I don't know what happened, but I don't like it. The thing is, you've been acting different. Not how you acted when I met you. We were two peas in a pod and now we're like a squirrel and a dog. We just don't go together like we used to. I really am sorry for whatever I did that made you start acting like this, but if its my fault, I didn't ever know I was doing something to hurt our friendship. Something apparently just clicked in your brain and now you think you can treat me like dirt. Like, um, you're no better than me and you're sure acting like you think you are. But, you have days. Somedays you'll be normal, like it was in 5th grade, but others, you are a real b!tch. So I want you to cut it out. I see the faces you make, I can tell when I'm annoying you, and I can most definitely see that you don't really like me any more. You have NO RIGHT to call me a freak or creepy. That's just plain rude and I know you're better than that. And lately you've been making fun of me for things that I like. I don't know about you, but I think that's pretty pathetic. Oh, and one more thing. If you don't like the way I dress, that's your problem. Deal with it. DO NOT tell me what to do. Don't tell me that my shirt looks stupid. Don't tell me that I'm a stalker. And don't tell me that the things I like are stupid, ugly, and annoying. It is so freaking rude and is really starting to piss me off. I wish I was brave enough to say this to your face, and I know you'll probably never read this. But if you do, shape up.

Random Acts of Kindness & Excitement(:

Hi there.

First on todays lesson plan is random acts of kindness.

So.

Recentlyyish, my good friend (CHRISTINA!) was telling me about how it feels so good to do random acts of kindness. She's so right. It feels like you've done the world a favor by, even if you don't realize it, maybe saving a life. You never know when someone will just give up, so I'm going to challenge YOU. Perform a random act of kindness once a week. Or once a month. It doesn't matter. But just do it, because it feels good. Please? I don't care if its through formspring, or email, or texting, or even face-to-face with a stranger.

Which brings me to this.

During the summer, I was at the ice cream store ... getting ice cream.

And there was this girl, about my age, with this realllyyyy pretty dress on that i reaallllyyyyy liked. I didn't know her, and I really wanted to go up to her and tell her how pretty it was and how good she looked in it. I wanted to to it so bad, but there's apparently something wrong with me and I just couldn't. I have no idea why. And I really regret it, it just bothers me that I can't say that. And it's awkward writing this because I'm ashamed of it, but, I just want to let you know, next time you run into that kind of situation, just go for it. You'll thank yourself later.

Now, onto a more EXCITING topic: EXCITEMENT!! (and how it can ruin your day)

So, there's this contest. I'm not going to write down all the details, but it involves meeting Taylor Swift, so I was interested in a second. And I just entered. You have to write a little thing (under 40 words!!!) about why you should win. I'm sooo scared. Becuase the thing about huge contests like this is that every day, you get more excited and anticipate the results. And the more excited you get, the more sad you are when you find out that you lost. So I'm really scared to get excited, but at the same time, I just want to scream and hope and pray and be happy. So I'm not really sure what to feel. Right now what I feel is gaerhgfkeagnlgrsjnehejns,thj,sr.

I have had freaking dreams about this contest. I don't want to get my hopes up, but I do. I have this thought in the back of my mind, though, that I'm going to lose. I read all the official rules of the contest. They said "The Judges will judge the Eligible Entries based (60%) on how compelling the essay is and (40%) how enthusiastic the Entrant is. "

I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!

I've Been There, I Survived..

So, today I don't really have anything interesting to write about, so I just chose the title from Good Luck Charlie and I'm going to write.

I always think about what my life will be like when I'm married and have kids. I'm a really... I don't know how to describe it.. but I'm the white-picket-fence kind of person, if that makes sense...

My dream is to have a beautiful wedding on a beach, with all my friends and family there and it will be beautiful.

Yet, one of my biggest fears is for my dreams to not come true. I don't want the thought of never finding my true love to be lingering in my brain until I'm 50. It scares me to think that nothing's ever perfect, and I don't want to be acting greedy or anything, but I just want love.

As for children, I've loved them since I was a kid myself. I started babysitting when I was 11. I love being around kids, especially litte ones. I imagine myself locking my first baby and myself in the bedroom and taking hundreds of pictures of them; their tiny toes and feathery hair. They're going to be my favorite model. I just know it.

So now I'm realizing that the title of this blog doesn't really make sense, but I'd rather this than nothing.

That's all for now, folks.

Just Kidding, I don't say that.

Um..

Have a nice day..?

Bye(:

What is beauty? I find it hard to explain, because when you look around you, you may think that not everyone physically beautiful. When you think beautiful, what do you think of? Who do you think of? Is beautiful the perfect combination of genes, or is it something more?

I don't think you can achieve beauty by buying expensive makeup or getting the best hair products, its how you act, how you treat people, and how you live your life. So, why are some people labeled with "beautiful" when they are ugly on the inside?

Sun

The sun is my favorite. Why? Because:

These were both taken on July 3rd at a beach about 5 minutes away from my grandparent's house on Cape Cod. I love it there.