New Year's

Next month, it'll be New Year's Eve. People gather in parties, wearing crazy glasses, blowing obnoxious horns, screaming at the top of their lungs. On the last day of December, everyone flocks to York City so they can see the ball drop. From a building's top it falls, as the crowd counts down, 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...HAPPY 2009! Couples share their first kiss for the refreshed calendar, but when the hype has died down, streets begin to clear, we realize nothing changed. Same jobs, families, feelings. No shock sent up your spine. Oh well, twelve more months until the following celebration.

and I just want to say..

I'm bored so i feel like writing this =)
I didn't go to bed until three in the morning
because I was at MADONNA !!!! =)
And I truly believe that she is God!
50 and dancing like that ?!
amazinggggg.
i NEED to see her again before she keels over, she was that good.
ugh im too tired to function =/

First Snow

First Snow

As the first snow falls
Swirling, spinning, ever so slow
Winter Wonderland

Button button button =)

Hello, my name is Bo Tawn and I live an exhilarating life- style. My job allows me to travel all over the world. You see, I am a fashion accessory and my duty is to help fashionista’s clothes stay on and together. I assist in everything from keeping jackets closed, to having a dress stay in place after a much-needed fitting. I have dawned on EVERYONE’S outfits! I have sat on the fat belly of Rosie O’Donnell as she babbled away on The View, and I must admit, I thought it was going t burst! And one day, I did just that. She was leaving the set, walking through the alley to her limo, when her suit jacket popped. Through the air I flew, the wind blowing back my fuzz, and landed with a “Tink!” on the pavement. I looked up only to come face-to-face with a dirty old hobo. He picked me up with his smelly, grimy hands and tossed me around. One time I missed his hand and sailed once again through the air towards the street. I landed just in time for the annual Queen’s Day Parade. I heard the clip-clop of hoofs come up behind me and the next thing I knew, I was in the mouth of a beast! This horse continued to trot down the avenue with me in tow. I was smashed between his teeth and gums for a while, but I was starting to slip. Slowly, I slid back towards his tongue, and as soon as I touched it, the horse let out a “Nay!” and jolted his head back. He spit me out and I landed on the satin bench of the carriage he was pulling along. Once again, I found myself in the hands of a stranger. Her gloved hands were dripping in gold, ruby and sapphire as she said in her funny voice “Oh my, what a shame. It appears as though a clasp has fallen off my pea coat!”
“ Don’t worry your majesty, I’ll send it off to the palace tailor as soon as we return to England,” said a strange man as her whipped me from her grasp and plopped me down into his dark pocket. I guess the queen and Rosie have the same stylist. She must have good taste because I find myself to be quite handsome.
I am circular and small. I have two cut-outs in my middle to keep me on the clothing. My soft and conservative turquoise and navy tweed is SUIT-able for any occasion. I am simple, classy and sophisticated. My dainty size makes me cute and adorable. My knit is soft to the touch ad completes ant ensemble. After people see me on the Queen of England, I’ll be in high demand. So who knows, hopefully you’ll find me on your next new purchase.

OH MY GOSH !

my full story won't post! this part goes in the middle f the two previous posts.
SORRY ! :(

She turned to men and money to satisfy her needs. She cut off all food until she simply stopped eating altogether. Her lowest weight was just 96 pounds!

One day, knock came to the door. Elaine trugged to the door and cautiously opened it.

UGH

i don't know why this didn't post last night from my computer !!!!



“Thank you sir,” the woman at the door slurred. Her brittle hair blew back just slightly a she stepped outside her apartment door to receive the letter. He grabbed the envelope out of the bike messenger’s hand, her yellow nails shining against the starch white mail.
“No problem ma’am. You have a nice day now,” the messenger replied over his shoulders as he hopped down the icy steps to his shiny new bike he had probably gotten for Christmas that waited patiently on the curb.
The woman slowly closed the door behind her and walked back to her kitchen table. It was not a long walk because the apartment wasn’t much. But as soon as Bill returned, he promised to buy a new place. She walked back into the room to the shriek of a newborn baby over her favorite morning program, Good Morning America. She picked up the small child, burped him, and placed him gently back in his highchair. The mother finally sat at her table an looked at he envelope. It was addressed to her, Elaine Johnson. In one corner was an American flag stamp and in he other was the return address. Just looking at it made the butterflies in her stomach come back, just like they do every time she got a letter from him. The address was her husband’s army base in Iraq. He has been over there fighting for the past six months and this was her third letter since his departure. Unable to contain her excitement any longer, she tore open the envelope and began to read.
Dear Mrs. Johnson,
Mrs. Johnson, on behalf of the United States Army, I regret to inform you that your husband has died in a terrible accident. On December 29th…
Elaine’s eyes continued to dart around the paper, but it was all a blur. She started to shake, her eyes watered and she lost grip f the paper. She watched as it spiraled and swayed, out f control, all the way to the blue linoleum tile, just like her life soon would.


After Bill’s funeral, Elaine felt worthless and used. Not a day went by where she didn’t ask God, why? Why did you take him and not me? She lost all appetite, and eventually just stopped eating. She felt her lack of beauty was the reason for Bill’s death. She spent her days curled up in bed and her nights bent over the toilet seat.

Permanent leave

oh my gosh i just realizedthat it all didnt paste !
so here's the rest....

It was another delivery man, the usual bearer of bad news. He handed her a brown package, wrapped with a gold ribbon. She quickly signed the clipboard he had shoved in her face and shuffled back the kitchen table that held so many horrible memories for the anorexic woman. She slumped down into her chair and ripped away the rough cardboard flaps. Inside was a suitcase and a letter. She plopped the suitcase onto the table and slowl unlatched the lid. As the suitcase opened, a ray of green light seemed to shine out of the case. Elaine's heart stopped. Laying at the bottom were stacks, all bundled neatly, straight as a pin, and neatly aligned, were rolls and rolls of twenty dollar bills. Elaine jumped from her chair and began to race arounf the room like a mad woman. She ran out into the street and started to dance. She twirled and spun, shouting "I'm rich! I'm rich'.' She skipped from sidewalk to sidewalk, glided from intersection to intersection, and weaved her way around the honking cars and waving fists. For the first time in a long time, Elain felt, free, careless, invigorated, so careless in fact that she payed no mind to what she was doing, and in the blink of an eye, Elaine's body was spraled across the now red windsheild of a Toyota Corolla.
This marked the end of her Elaine's tragic life. her battles with anorexia and depression only made her son, Bill Jr., that much stronger. He of course inherited all of the money, and also the letter that came along with it. You see, Elaine was so caught up in the joy of her new and mysteriously found wealth, that she neglected to open the letter, another letter in a starch white envelope with the return address to iraq, signed Bill Johnson.
It went a little something like this....

Castaway

An island at sea
Just you and the elements
Trying to survive

Another Friday freewrite (:

I really don't know what to say here today. Normally I have all the things in the world to talk about, but today I am at a loss for words. I don't really have anything to look forward to this weekend and school is borinf as usual. I am just happy the marking period s over and we can start fresh.
sooo yeahh...

MADONNNA: 13 DAYS !! :D

The McCain train has crashed =(

My pictures couldn't fit into the other post so here they are (:

Real winner ----->

And the winner is...

Yesterday was a very important day in American history. People in record numbers flocked to the polls to cast their vote for the next president of the United States. After a grueling day, the results began to come in state by state. After all the ballots had been tallied, Barack Obama was declared the winner. His 364 electoral votes compared to John McCain's 163 brought in a great victory for the democratic party, but we shouldn't underestimate the popularity of McCain. He was only down by a mere 2 percentage points in the popular vote and put up a good fight for a Republican in a country set on changing things up. I must say, I was one of those people who were screaming at their TV's last night like a football fan for John McCain. I really wanted him to win for so many reasons, so I hope Obama will be able to pull through for us.