Bloggin made easy

Now it-s much easier to blog! Now that I have a macbook, all the world is open to me... on my bed. Hehe.

BTW,,, is it possible to marry a computer_ I wish it were. Im sleeping with it, that I know. 

How dirty can this get_

Anyways, as you might have figured out, I need to do some things to the keyboard. There are some keys I just can-t find. Grrr.

5 reasons your next shower should be a COLD one!

Everybody knows that showers are great. Especially hot ones. Relaxing, calming, HOT showers. But did you know that hot showers are not really as good as you might think. Here, I have the top 5 reasons your next shower should be colder!

1. Hot water/showers contribute to global warming.
2. Hot water can make your hair and skin dry
3. Cold water awakens you. Great for early mornings.
4. Hot showers can kill you. Yes, they can kill you. Many people have died because they took a hot shower. Why? They were already a bit sleepy when they got in, and the hot water dropped their blood pressure, thus they fainted, hit their heads, and... died. Yeah, this is a bit exagerated, but still!
5. Hot water is more expensive. Something to pay attention to in these hard times.

These are not in order.

Okay, so the real reason I'm posting this is because of reason number 1. I really care about the enviroment and thought I would convince you with more reasons. ;)

Forgot to mention...

In my last post I forgot to mention this. And since I just hate to edit posts I thought I would tell you.

Okay, so what I forgot to mention but I sorta did was that... um, remember the thing I saw in the magazine that I told you that I had but never knew came from pottery barn teens? Well it's something like this. It's so cool. I would've posted my own picture but I am sort of redecorating it so it is bare. I will post a picture though, when I finish redecorating. Here is the thing:

It's a thingy that you hang on the wall and you an put pictures on it and stuff like that! Since I scrapbook I sometimes put scrapbook pages on it, but they're mostly just pictures, pretty memorabilia, and pictures of stuff I see on magazines and liked or inspired me.

BTW, I think I have never told you. But one of the reasons that I think I like this

Droooooool

If anybody is a Nickelback fan like me, they should know the song "Someday" which starts something like this:

"How the hell did we wind up like this?"

And some of you may find that I could totally have not mentioned that, but I'm singing this to the same tune so...

"How the hell did I not know bout this?"

BECAUSE WHO WAS CRUEL ENOUGH NOT TO TELL ME ABOUT POTTERY BARN TEEN!!!! I HATE YOU ALL, PEOPLE! I SPENT MY WHOLE LIFE NOT KNOWING ABOUT THIS!

Okay, now that I am sorta cooled down, I have to say... let me tell you the story.

I am a magazine fan, and when I opened this magazine and heard about Pottery Barn Teens I knew I had to check it out because they had something that I had but for some reason never knew came from there. (Did anybody understand that?) Anyways, I went there and at first I thought "cool" but it only took me to see one product and I was aleady in love. And I felt like I sorta had to tell you...

Anyways, it's too expensive. Talk about rotten luck. The stuff there is just... wow.

So I thought I would live through my blog readers who could afford it and just post something nice from there every week.

Smiley face.

Here is the link.

AWOL

I'm sorry I have been a bit AWOL lately, but as my faithful blog readers know, I was on an enviromental trip with my class, and I have been working really hard on my two other blogs, so I'm sorry if I have dissapointed you or something.

Anyways, if you still feel like reading some o my stuff, go to my other two blogs:

• My Needlesome Adventures
• The Scrapster

I'm sorry, sorry, sorry! I won't promise more posting cuz Im sorta busy, but please spread the word about the other blogs, because Needlesome Adventures is practically newborn (a week old!) and nobody knows about it. It's a knitting blog especially dedicated to teenagers. So, if you are a teenage knitter go to my other blog!

Billboard update! Number 2!

I find that I haven't uploaded a "Billboard Update" since... my first post ever! Which was a month or so ago, so here goes another one.

1) Right Round by Flo Rida ft Keisa

2)Dead and Gone by TI feat Justin Timberlake

3)Poker Face by Lady Gaga

4)Kiss Me Thru the Phone by Soulja Boy Tell Em

5)Gives you Hell by The All-American Rejects

6)Heartless by Kanye West

7)Just Dance by Lady Gaga feat Colby O Donis

8)Crack a Bottle by Eminem, Dr. Dre, and 50 Cent

9)Love Story by Taylor Swift

10)My Life Would Suck Without You by Kelly Clarkson

Okay, so here goes:

Right Round is a very good song as far as hip hop goes, and sooo sticky. I didn't like Dead and Gone, especially considering it's coming from TI. Poker Face is just another pop song, but stickier and more annoying. Kiss me thru the phone plain sucks. Gives you hell is a great song, and as I have mentioned, I looove the all american rejects. Heartless, is, well, not horrible but not good. Just Dance is a very good pop song, very... catchy. Crack a Bottle is a neat rap song, but nothing new from Eminem. And I hate, hate Taylor Swift, cause she is just so annoying. And I have no idea bout the last one, cause I haven't even bothered.

So, since I will be gone for an enviromental trip with my class next week, I will be posting an extra lot for the following days. I feel so sorry that I won't be able to post in five whole days! ;)

Volcom Beanie

Since I can't buy this adorable Volcom...

I NEED TO LEARN HOW TO KNIT THIS, PERIOD!

Does anybody know how?

Nike Sneakers Love

Who doesn't love Nikes? I know I do. So colorful, and of course, creative and unique! They are like... whoa. (Man, why did Aly and AJ ruin that saying for me? Now I can't say "like whoa" without thinking of their annoying song.) Anyways, here's my Nike love:

These are mine! I bought them in Florida a couple of years ago. I'm not sure if it's the same model but they look pretty equal:

And these are just cool. Who wouldn't LOVE Nike pumps? Even though the sorta pointy edge ruins it for me some, the fun look is all the rage. I love that I found this. Who woulda thought:

And now here's a bunch of Nikes that I just found and thought were cool:

Are these cool or WHAT?

These are just COOL. Sadly, I don't do tutorials. Click HERE for the link. How much do you love 'em?

Tiffany & Co

So since I just got a Tiffany necklace (see post below) I thought about posting some little silver charm necklaces that I thought were cool... from Tiffany.

Now I love this. So chic, so elegant. So simple. Really, really, really pretty.

Really pretty. Hard to use though. Too elegant for daily life, too skimpy for something more formal, sort of weird-looking for parties.

And this is gorgeous. Who doesn't love simplicity? The typical, but allways gorgeous, heart pendant:

Now, I want to make it clear. I'm not such a big fan of jewelry. Matter of fact, I don't have any of those hanging earrings that leave your ears like sh*t. Matter of fact, I only have one pair of earrings, and they are pearl studs. And the necklace that I got yesterday was the first one I had.

Anyways, I liked searching for these pictures since it is something that in normal circumstances I wouldn't do so...

xoxo,

me

(CAN ANYBODY HELP ME THINK OF ANOTHER THING TO SAY?!)

Hipster and Neat Story

I got this picture from my favorite blog and I just find it creative and amusing. And totally find myself represented in this. The only thing I don't do is the belt. Too hard to use.

Anyways, I have this quote to share with you:

"Every girl dreams of going home to an unexpected Tiffany box"

Me

Isn't it an inventful quote. That Me is just plain smart. (LOL)

Anyways, wanna know how I came up with the quote. Cause today, I arrived home from school, and there was a brown package. What I thought was "Hey, I didn't order anything." But as soon as I saw the blue box everything clicked. Can anyone guess why I got it? (Let's see how many Sherlock Holmes I have among my readers...)

Art Journal #2

I posted these pictures in my other blog, which I sadly almost never write in. So as I thought that I liked this one better (sorry!) I thought I would post these pictures.

They are from the talented Donna Downey. She is mostly known as a celebrity scrapbooker, and if I may say so, it was the magazine Simple Scrapbooks that she owes that fame to!

Anyways, here's her blog, and be sure to check out her ART!

The Raven

Even though this is a Halloween special, I thought I would show it to you, for it is a great poem. I think that you should read it, even though it is kind of complicated after a while you will see the sense to it. And I know that it is kind of long, but just think of this... I had to present it to my class! (Took like 10 minutes... eek! I got an A+ though. I've allways had great presentation skills.

[First published in 1845]

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.' Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating `'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; - This it is, and nothing more,' Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, `Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; - Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!' This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. `Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore - Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; - 'Tis the wind and nothing more!' Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door - Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as `Nevermore.' But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before - On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.' Then the bird said, `Nevermore.' Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, `Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore - Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Never-nevermore."' But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore - What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking `Nevermore.' This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. `Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore - Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore - Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting - `Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore!

And to prove that this poem is way famous and a classic of literature, I show you this:

Who would have thought?

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