The girls at Comic Con. Or rather two blocks from Comic Con in front of a bunch of water and palm trees. I'm the tall one. 

SARAH WINS!

The count is in and Sarah wins the Becky's sayings contest with a whopping 26 correct answers!
And now, the surprise prize is....THIS PICTURE OF A HUNDRED DOLLAR BILL!
I know, it is an awesome prize, but if you are not satisfied with it, you can take what is behind door number one, or A SHINY PENNY! Which I could not find a picture of, so please see me for your prize if a shiny penny is chosen.
I'd like to thank everyone for participating. You all did a fine job and showed your knowing Becky skills. I'm so proud.
I would like to invite the crowd to either praise or shun Sarah for her winnings and invite all to tell a little about Sarah and maybe throw out some of her sayings.
Thanks for playing, NAME-THAT-SAYING!
Good afternoon, good morning and goodnight.

Marie is in the Lead

Seeing as how Marie is in the lead in the "Becky's Sayings" contest, I decided to tribute her by putting some of my favorite Marie sayings.
"LITTLE!"
"Becky you need to clean"
"Ba-by"
"Shnookle lookle look look"
"Chwistian"
"Millie!"-Since Millie is her favorite, she does say her name an awful lot and she says it with the same intonation.
"Hmm"(In a snooty sort of defiance tone)
Okay, that is all I can think of currently. But since I have power to change my post at will, when I think of more, I will post.

LANS! When was the last time I posted?

I've fully prepared myself for a flogging with a ritual witch burning afterward for my lack of bloggingness. Okay, so much has happened since my last post. For one, I've been to Serenity again, the final of all final versions and I loved it even more than the first two times that I saw it. In addition, I also went to Comic Con and met the entire cast of Serenity minus Alan Tudyk, plus Joss Whedon. It was rollicking good fun. I also got to see David Boreaneaz, Charisma Carpenter and got an autograph from Seth Green. I saw Amber Benson and Nick Brendon too, but I have seen them before, so it was like a repeat. I'm so tired from my jaunt to Comic Con down in San Diego, I can only hope to recover with either tons of sleep or no sleep whatsoever. We will just have to see which one will win.
In addition, be sure to congradulate my adorable and highly moneybags sister Marie on buying her second home. She moves in this weekend and I am looking for roomies, so if you want to live with me in Marie's condo, speak now or forever sleep in the dark! Oh, but girls only, sorry Justin. Until I find roomies I am all alone in the condo which is going to be the opposite of fun and without Lisa to keep me alternative company, I'm not really sure what I am suppose to do with myself! I Miss You Like Pancakes Lisa! So wish me luck in my new condo adventures.
Further more, I'm going to Booster Bash next week, which I am kinda regretting now because I'm all conventioned out for the summer, but nonetheless, I am going. It will be rollicking fun with a dash of cinnamin I am sure.
Now onto the main event, which is Me polling the crowd. I've got through many sayings in my time, my latest being "flip," "fliberty gibbet," and "lans!" So, as an audience poll, I want you to recap Becky sayings, I know I have many, so name as many as you can. And the person that can name the most Becky sayings acurately, gets a prize. (Prize is a surprise).
Ready...
Set...
GO!!!

Serenity Screening Report

Okay this is my NON-SPOILER report. So for those of you who saw the movie with me, NO spoilers.
I had a blast last night, although I am still reeling from the lack of lots of sleep. Everything went splendidly last night with the exception of some of the Serenity flans lacking in enthusiasm and love for Joss Whedon. But I had fun, the movie was wonderful, I'm glad that all my family and friends that I invited could make it. And I'll report other stuff later because I have to get back to work.
Joss Whedon Rocks!

Becky-

My sister Marie and me waiting in line. You can kinda see the T-shirts that I made. Marie's incorrectly says "I can kill you with my brain" and mine says crashing Fandango. 

My Brother Jake and his wife Jill came to the screening as well. They are native Firefly fans. They saw it when it was originally on TV and liked it. Now that is dedication. 

Me, Kelli, Nat, and Monique. It was great to have all of my original Con buddies there, especially my not so seen ones Kelli and Monique. Monique looked so pretty! 

This is me taking a picture of myself. I'm pale, but look at my cool button. 

This is Nat and I in front of the Theater. I kinda look like a freak of nature, but what are you gonna do? 

Salt Lake Serenity Screening. Classic. This is the banner with not so many signatures. Ignore the tacky donation cup. 

Only You Can Save Toby!

Justin tipped me off to this site and i believe it to be a noble cause. Toby is the cutest bunny in the world and I don't want him to die. I call upon my friends who are truest and dearest to me to gather strengths to save this little rabbit from inevitable death. So please, click on the title link and find out about Toby and I hope that your heart will reach out to him as mine has. Hold on Toby, hold on! You have the heart of a champion!

Tragic update! Toby's site was gotten! For unknown reasons, someone wants Toby to die and they have torn down his site to do so. Why? Why do people want Toby to die? I ask you this. Who would tear down Save Toby to lead to his inevitable death? It is a sad sad world we live in. Don't give up hope readers, continue to try to access SaveToby.com and maybe, just maybe, we can still save Toby.

For those of you who don't know already. Toby is a bunny. And Toby is going to be eaten on the 30th of June 2005 if the owner doesn't raise $50,000 by that date. The owner of the bunny will eat him. And it will be all our faults because the money wasn't raised. Toby has 10 days left to live and there is only 28,000 dollars raised. And I know that with my help and with your help, we can still save the little guy from an early death.

SERENITY

Okay, so on June 23rd, I am making that trek once again to Serenity. Only the trek will be more of a meander and it will cost a lot less. To the fortunate few who I have given or sold tickets to, I hope that you are as excited as I am to go and see this wonderful movie. It was good the first time and I am sure the second time it will dazzle and amaze me just as much. Oh and for those of you who are coming with me, i.e. MIKE, you darn well better be on time or I swear I will sell your ticket to the first passer by so that I won't be late getting into the movie! Beware!
Oh and Serenity rocks!

T-Shirt Ideas

Okay, I had an inspiration. Nat and I need T-shirt ideas for our Serenity experiences. So, I found a site to help us out and I created a T-shirt that signifies the Serenity pre-experience. Click on the title to see the shirt.
Other possible ideas:
Joss is Boss
I worship Joss Whedon
Joss is my master

Other ideas are welcome.

Can Someone hit me with a Car Please?

Is there such a thing as ridiculously tired? It seems that that is what I am, ridiculously tired. I sleep at night at least a good 6 1/2 to 7 hours and then on weekends I get even more sleep because I sleep in to unspeakable hours and yet I am still exhausted. I don't think there is ever a way to catch up on sleep. I will forever be tired forever. I'm just waiting for that day when I wake up and there is no grogginess or impending doom of the day to come, but rather a light and elated feeling. But alas that that has not occured as of recent. I feel that someone should be blamed for this and it is the sandman. Either he is using too much sand on me or not enough and he should really be beaten into submission like that one time on Power Puff Girls. But there are no more Power Puff Girls because Sarah dyed her hair purple and Bubbles is lost to us. I hope you are happy Sarah!
Well maybe what we really should do is have an audition for new superheros to save me from the sandman. So take a number, get in line and strut your superheroey stuff.

My Lack of Photoshoppin Skills

Okay, Natalie may have out photoshopped me because I don't actually have photoshop and I just used Microsoft Picture editor, but I take this as a challenge. A challenge for bigger and better posts. For it is difficult to post the Ego Con, but I will find a way, oh yes, I will. You wanna know why? Because I have a team, a team that has, granted, abandoned me long ago, but this dream team can come back to life, with avengence at the click of a mouse. So you beware Natalie Ashton! Because just as you can defile my family with excellent spouts of Photoshoppiness, I can destroy all that you hold dear to you. I can exploit you with pictures of you in a not very good light, which I would never do because you have far more embarrassing pictures of me, but I have the best plan ever. So beware...beware!
The storm is coming.

Ask And You Shall Recieve

I believe that there was a request for something new. But I have nothing new to talk about, so I will merely rant upon the old.
I HATE STARWARS... IN GENERAL! I mean people make a really big hype about the movies and they go on and on and go crazy/obsessed with it, and I just don't get it. I saw the old movies and they were okay to watch once, but then they are just boring, not to mention corny. Then I saw the new movies, again once, and they were more corny and the only thing that saved them was the hotness of Ewan McGregor, which was even brought down a few notches because he has a beard and disguises his accent, plus he doesn't sing. So really the new movies have the resemblence of Ewan McGregor. And frankly, that just aint enough for me.
The thing that I fear most for the movie that came out today is Haden Christensen. His whole, "I'm so mad, I'm so mad." thing; only comes off as a whiny child. Granted, maybe he is suppose to be portraying a whiny child, but Who wants to watch that?
In addition, the folley that was Jar Jar Binks. Need I saw more?
Unstable plot lines, corny lines, bad acting, lemmings, and George Lucas are what make these movies no good.
Becky has spoken.

Music that I need

Well, ever since Natalie got Bear Share, I have been trying to think of music that I want, so I decided to post it.
I want:
Finger 11, Lincoln Park, Damien Rice, Modest Mouse, Jack Johnson, Numa Numa song, The Calling, Michael Buble, Radio Head, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Smashing Pumpkins (selected songs), Cake, Hilary Duff(Shut up!), Whedonverse mix, Cold Play Scientist, Michelle Branch, Remy Zero, Vanessa Carlton, Switchfoot, Bowling for Soup, Greenday (newest), Alanis Morissette, 3rd eye Blind, and Natalie Embrouglia(or however it is spelled).
That is all that I could think of right now, but I would really appreciate further suggestions in music choice. So, yell out some music that you think I should steal or I mean, get.

Joss freaking Whedon! 

Summer Glau. She looks so pretty when she is not River. 

Joss Freaking Whedon and Serenity

Okay! I have returned from Vegas, finally! Or I returned two days ago and was just too lazy to post before this point. On to the movie review. (spoiler free)
Well! After getting lost only a little, Natalie found Vegas and the Palms where the movie was playing. Although we were an hour and a half early, the line for the movie had already grown. We got in line and waited and talked with other Browncoats and got free Serenity buttons and keychains while I called the credit card company and changed my account because I, being the genius that I am, lost my credit card on the trip down. Anyway... a camera crew soon arrived and began filming and interviewing the fans in line. Nat and I were not interviewed, but we were in the background of one interview, so I think that that counts for something at least. One guy had a Jayne hat and that was just fan tabulous! Or a word that isn't lame. We were led into the theater about a half hour before, and searched for video equipment as we went in. I am sad to inform you all that Natalie lost her sharpie in that search. It was tragic!
Once in the theater, we were surrounded by people who were as much of freaks as we were. We met some people who had been on set during filming and I was jealous a lot. They had pictures.
About three minutes before the movie started, we noticed the camera crew filming the entrance to the theater. This intrigued us because 'what were they filming?' After a little suspense, Joss Whedon and Summer Glau walked into our theater! Joss freaking Whedon, the writer/director of our movie was in the theater with us. Shocked! All I could do was stand there with my mouth wide open while pointing frantically and trying to clap. I'm sure it was an amusing picture. Joss is shorter than I first thought, but just as handsome as I expected. He went to the front of the theater and said a few words, which for the life of me I can't remember, but I blame it on the shock. Summer said hello too. Joss actually introduced himself as he was about to come onto the big screen for his video introduction of the movie. He moved to the entry way of the theater again and all eyes followed him. Once noticing this, he ducked down behind the wall and then peaked out in a Jossesque antic fashion. That guy cracks me up.
We then saw big Joss as he introduced the screening. Unfortunately the intro was for the screening only, so for all you losers who are seeing the movie in September, you probably won't see it until it hits DVD. But I will give you a blurb from what I remember. Joss said that Firefly was the basis of the movie 'Serenity' and that Firefly was revered as the most cancelled show ever by many. And that cancelled shows don't get made into movies, but because of the devotion of the fans and Universals belief in Joss, they were able to make a movie. Joss incouraged us to tell everyone we know about the movie if we liked it, but that if we didn't like it, then it was a quite time for us. Joss and Summer, I believe, watched the movie with us fans and that was intimidating and exciting. I mean, how often is it that a group of fans gets to watch a movie with the writer/directer and the female star sitting right there. I only hope that our reactions were what they expected.
The movie started, the picture was somewhat grainy and the sound was a little off, but the storyline was exciting and moved along the entire time. There wasn't a time during the movie that I wasn't entranced with what was happening. Joss in typical Joss fashion, takes the viewer with him, into his world and allows the audience to be involved in the storyline. I laughed, I cried, it was the best movie I have seen all year. (Yes baby, I liked it even more than Phantom, but I am slightly biased)
When the movie finished, I believe that we cheered, but it is difficult to say because I was crying like a very tall baby. But I cry at just about every movie, so that is nothing new. They set up tables and announced that Joss and Summer would be signing autographs. Freaked I was! I mean, I spend hundreds of dollars on going to Buffy Conventions and more money on buying autographs from the stars and here I was, in the presence of Joss Whedon and I was going to get his autograph without having to pay anything except the $10 I paid to get into the movie. I was happy and disgruntled. But mostly just happy. Nat and I got Summer autograph first on a little Serenity flyer/memorabilia type thing and I told Summer that she kicked but in the movie and she said that it was fun. Then Nat asked for a picture with Joss and she stood by him, but I didn't know how to work her camera phone, so it didn't work and we started freaking out and Joss told us, "It's okay guys, don't stress out." Which you would think it would be embarrassing, but it was more like, "Joss Whedon is speaking to us! *drool*" So then we had to move away from the table after Nat got a quick shot of just Joss on her phone and I yelled at him for something that he did in the movie that I was not happy with because, of course, when I am seeing the man that I idolize, I yell at him like a big freak. But Joss made a joke and said that it was Summer's idea to do the thing that I was mad about and that he wanted to go another way, but Summer insisted. That Joss is a riot!
Well, we promptly left the theater after that because we were in states of shock and were not thinking. We should have stayed, but we are dumb.
And that was it, the movie screening was great and I now miss Vegas and revere it as the city that I met Joss Whedon in. It was a good night.

The month of May has Mother's Day, Memorial Day, and Faith! Here is the May calendar. Not that anyone looks at it or cares, but here it is all the same. Pretend to enjoy! 

There it is then. Mine is a sad imitation. Probably because she is computer graphics and colorfied. Alas. 

This is Ashe. I drew her in my free time at work and I didn't make up the design, I stole it from the upcoming videogame Final Fantasy XII. But I kinda hate FF because there is no official release date yet for the game and I'm dying over here. I'm just saying. If you want to see the real pic. Then I will post it. 

Attention All Cat Haters

Well I have found one of the most time wasting, yet entertaining games out there. I bring you Kitten Canon! For all those of you who hate cats or just like a little bit of entertainment, well here it is in the form of launching a computerized kitten out of a canon. That is right! You can launch a poor defenseless and somewhat mishapen kitten out of a canon and watch it fly! Try to beat my top score of 1,717feet. Try the game and blog your scores. Just click on the title of this blog to reach the link.

Guess who it is. If you do, then you get a pretty gold start or a cookie, either one. Good luck! Natalie, you don't get to guess. 

SERENITY!!!!!

SERENITY!!!! Me and possibly Natalie are going to VEGAS BABY! To see the advanced screening of "Serenity," Joss Whedon's new film that tells the story of his short lived, yet addicting series "Firefly." When I saw the trailer, only two days ago, I knew that I would have to go and see that film, and now I am! On May the Fifth, me and my guest will be driving down to Vegas to see Serenity! I am more than thrilled and I will be forced to point, laugh and mock to all those who are not attending the screening, be very jealous of me. VEGAS BABY!

Gotta Keep Up!

I give! Natalie is better at keeping her blog updated and that is all there is to it. Not to mention that really only Nat and I comment on each other's blogs, where we could just call each other on the phone; it is time for a change! More people will come and comment on my blog and those people will be real and not just me using a different name! In addition, Natalie is in no way cooler than me, but she is quite pretty!
So to all you people of the world, come, visit, comment, mock, share, ect...
Becky has spoken-

And here we are posing for a picture with our Con friends. Don't we look special? I believe this is pre 'Becky destroys her hair via dance' 

Woot! Here is Natalie and I with friends we made at the Con, they are as weird as Nat and I. 

I want to be like Natalie

I want to be like unto Natalie, so I am posting pictures too because she is like my idol.

My personal favorite picture of James and me. I was so nervous to ask for this pose that it took me two pics to get up the gusto. I am so glad that I did though because he was really nice and told me that I could and I think it turned out really well. 

Andy and Me on Saturday. I forgot a necklace and I am still kicking myself for it. 

Sunday Picture with Amber. I forgot to take off my sweater, so I look like a black blob. But that is her actual size. 

Here is my Saturday Picture with James 

I Have Returned Triumphant!

Houston WAS AWESOME!
I have returned, tired, dizzy, hungry and with a serious crick in my neck, but I loved Houston! Okay, the city didn't really mean that much to me, but the convention was great! I really only left the hotel twice; once to go across the street to Subway and the other time to go to the airport, so Houston remains a mystery to me, but it doesn't matter because the Con was great!
I got to have pictures with James Marsters, Andy Hallet, Amber Benson, Jonathan Woodward, James Leary, Jenny Molen, and Camden Toy, so like everyone! And the James Concert was great! I believe that the concert was the highlight for me. Loved the banquet, loved the Q&A, loved the dances, loved Froggy's parties. Natalie and I made tons of new friends, Natalie got a wedding proposal, I got a proposition to be mistress to the same man who proposed to Natalie. We danced like mad, partied with Amber Benson, ate little and slept less. Here are some pics for now and a full report yet to come.

THE DAY HAS COME!

YOU HAVE BEEN HEARING ABOUT IT OR RATHER I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT FOR MONTHS AND IT IS FINALLY HERE! TOMORROW, I LEAVE FOR TEXAS AND THE HOUSTON BUFFY CON!
I'm crazy, out of my mind stressed because I have so much to do before I go, but at the same time I am screaming inside with excitement. I love Buffy, I love James Marsters and this convention brings those two things and me together in a beautiful union of fun. THANK YOU VULKON AND OTHER CONVENTION PEOPLE FOR MAKING THIS POSSIBLE! I would also like to thank my parents for their understanding and tollerating me going to this despite the fact that they don't really understand. I would also like to thank Makau Corporation, that provides me with my source of income. I want to say thanks to Natalie for being my co-atendee and Monique for coordinating room and platinuminess. I hope that I will bennefit off of her high standing. In addition, I'd like to thank Mikey in advance for being sooo cute and for dressing up like James. "You ROCK Mikey!"
I'm thoroughly more excited about this con than I was the last one because I kinda know the groove of things and know what to expect. In addition, we are trying new things. The Banquet, which I hear is uber fun, in which we get to eat with the stars. Yeah! James Concert, cuz what is better than hearing James sing? I got to hear Tony sing at the last one and that was cool, but my heart and fanndom belongs to James. I know more people at the Con, so I will have a semi-established group of people to chat with. I also am more prepared for this Con. I have moved into the digital age, or my mother and sister have and I'm along for the ride. I am going to have digital representation of the Con in the form of video and pictures. Yeah! Because who likes a non zoomed pic? Not me!
I regret to inform that some people who were at the last con, will not be making an appearance this year. So, I raise my imaginary glass to Kelli. We will miss you dearly and I hope you have more fun taking tests, saving your money and changing diapers. *clink*
And lastly but of course not leastly, THANK YOU JAMES MARSTERS FOR DOING A CON IN THE USA! I will, of course, give a full Con report when I return.
See ya suckers!

At Long Last

Okay, I have been fully slacking in the blog demension. I blame it on Rachel because my world seemed to crumble when she left and blogging just didn't seem as important without her here. But now that she has returned, so may I to the world of blog.
As the end of the semester draws nigh, I always feel a sort of anxiousness. And as we all know this is a form of anxiety rather than an elated feeling, because if it was a happiness it would be anticipation, but no, it is anxiousness. I get all stressed with all the tests and inevitable papers that are looming over my head or rather in my head because that is where I store my knowledge. But wouldn't it be cool if I could store it outside of my head and like pull it up on a computer to look at? I think it would be cool, maybe I should invent something like that.
Anyway, it makes me think, once again what the purpose of school is. If I'm not doing something that I love to do, why do I do it? It is an unknown thing. I see all of my friends not going to school and working their brains out, but have fun doing it. Then there is me that sits in class half my day and then I'm up to my elbows in homework that I never do the rest of the day. What is that all about? It is difficult to say if you are me. I mean, I enjoy my English classes, but my other meaningless classes like American Heritage, Spanish, Religion, History, Science, ect... what are the point of those classes? I mean, do I really need to know what Sherman's plan is? Will I ever use that in life. I can't see my self having a conversation or an experience in life and then saying, "Oh this is just like Sherman's Plan in the early 1900's. Who cares, really? But I suppose that school holds some sort of deeper meaning or knowledge or self satisfaction. If anyone finds one of those, let me know where it is so that I can find it too.
In conclusion, I believe that finals are hard, school is harder, Spanish is harder than both of those and Buffy rules!

Tall Minds

Today, while contemplating the meaning of life, I thought about the title and meaning of my blog. Tall Minds. What does this mean? Why is this blog for all those, taller, prettier and smarter than all the rest of you dwarves out there? I have come to the conclusion that Tall Minds means so much more than I could have ever fathomed at the creation of this blog. Not only does Tall Minds act as an aspiration for all to learn and expand their minds, and intellect, but it also signifies that those who blog here are marginally smarter than those who do not blog here.
In addition, Tall Minds caters to the tall people of the world, which can be seen as physically tall or metaphorically tall. Those who tower above others and seek to fulfill their hopes and dreams. This blog is for those people. Whereas the dwarves merely seclude themselves in their own personal caves, digging themselves deeper into their own world, never dreaming of exploring out into that big world. This blog is for those who want to be involved with the masses and make a difference in the world.
And we bloggers of this blog are naturally prettier than dwarves because we lack beards and that is just a given.
So, to all those, short, small minded, cave dwellers, "Open up your Minds! Grow a little! See the light! Come back to us! Read my blog dangit!"
Also, watch more Buffy, you can never have enough Buffy

The Glory that Is James Marsters

I had a dream about James Marsters last night, and it was good and it stayed with me vividly, so I've decided to share it with you.
I was driving my car in Eagle Mountain when I suddenly made a wrong turn and ended up in the parking lot of a warehouse, go figure. I exited my car or rather magically was inside the warehouse and I saw that I was in a toy store that looked like a warehouse, but in reality it was the set of a commercial shoot. There were children running rampant everywhere and playing with the toys and for some reason or another, James was there for the commercial shoot. He was wearing a tight red T and jeans and he had his blond hair again and it was a little messy. He looked hot in a word. As to why he looked so hot while shooting a toy commercial, is a mystery to me. So I began watching the shooting of the commercial when who do I see show up at the warehouse, none other than Natalie and Karmen. To which I was furious because they said that they had come to see James do the commercial but they had neglected to call me and tell me to come. It was just a lucky chance that I had stumbled upon it. I am still carrying the slight anger of dream Natalie and Karmen not telling me. I believe that it is a reflection of when they went to see the Harry Potter actors and I couldn't go because I was in stupid Hawaii.
So, the commercial continued to be shot and we were watching along with a few other James fans and then they had a short break in the shooting. James came over to see us because Natalie was waving her hands like a crazy person and saying, "Hi James!" Which got him to come over and then he remembered us from the convention which we thought was really cool. and he offered to autograph some things for us. But I had not brought anything to sign because I didn't know I was going to be there, whereas Natalie had like five pictures for him to sign and he looked really good in all of them. I was kinda mad at her for having so many things and me having none. So, I went and grabbed a toy from the shoot for James to sign, but once he signed it, it crumbled. It was really sad, but luckily he had extra photos of himself which he signed for me. So I got his autograph in the end.
I don't really remember the rest of the dream, but to sum up, James Marsters is the man of my dreams, he is really hot, and I hold resentment towards Natalie for reasons unknown.

Another insert from Becky's novel in progress

She felt as well as saw the eyes of all the people in the ballroom shift to focus on her as she stepped out in royal elegance onto the precipice of the long, grand staircase. Putting on the face of authority with the hint of a warm smile, she faced the crowd of people. It seemed, for a moment, that time stopped, and every person was looking at her at the exact same moment she was looking at them. The magic of that night and the beauty of everyone in the crowd froze for just a second in her mind; every turning head stopped, no breath was taken, every swish of gown and rustle of people ceased and she was able to take it all in and create a snapshot in her mind. Lords, ladies, nobles, and high society had all gathered here tonight, in an array of colors that littered the room. Dresses of silken red, shinning yellow, orange, blue, white, and especially silver and gold bedecked the women of the ballroom along with glimmering jewels that hung around the necks of the few talented people. The necklaces and jewels being the prize of tonight’s events, they were worn with pride at this annual ball. Every person in that room looked magnificent in wonderful hues and she, in contrast, wore a long silk black gown that clung to her bosom and flared out just past the knee. She wore elbow high black gloves and her long black hair had been curled and pinned around her head with a raven’s feather placed into the curls as a representation of her house. Around her neck she wore large onyx jewels that dazzled in the candlelight of the chandelier. She stood for what seemed like an eternity looking out on the crowd, but what in reality was just a moment and as quickly as she felt time had stopped, it started up again and the swell of voices and clapping echoed throughout the hall, bouncing off the high domed ceiling. She was princess Anna’lia Celestia Durthien of Imendria and she stood in wonder at all the people who had gathered in her ballroom that night. She knew that as princess it was expected of her to be brave, political, and subjective, but all she felt at this moment as the crowd of beautifully dressed people below cheered for her, was the magic and wonder of the evening. She gave a quick smile of appreciation for the warm welcome and took one step down the staircase, her black skirts swishing around her ankles at the movement, as her mother walked out to top of the stairs.
Her mother, in an elegant and beautiful deep purple dress that poofed out into a large skirt and cut to hang off the shoulder, doused in embroidered beads and designs, and trimmed with downy dove feathers around the neckline as a symbol of her original house before she had married Anna’lia’s father.

Here is my rendition of my costume to be one of the Angel's Avengers. I think my thighs look smashing! 

Gambling is BAD!

This is a note to all that Gambling is bad. No good can come from it unless you are very lucky, which I, apparently, am not. You have to know when to walk away from the table and cut your losses. I don't understand this either aparently and I just keep on playing until the money is all gone. I am a stupid, stupid person and you should not be like me. Gambling is BAD! Hold that thought in your hearts forever.
On a side note, I had lots of fun in Wendover and thank you Anthon and Marie for taking me. Even though I lost, I felt really cool to be old enough to gamble and not once get carded. Yeah for me and my oldness.

Life Sucks Dontcha Know, Dontcha Know?

So, I've been thinking for the past three months, hey, my life sucks and I hate it with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. No, sorry, a thousand is not nearly enough, infact no amount of suns could compare to how I feel, the only good these suns would be is if I was somehow launched into one and it could burn up my hatred and sorrow along with everything else that is me. Most of you might not get this, then again I really have no idea considering my audience is mostly Becky's friends so I'm like in the dark there with that, but the point is that no one sees it. I walk around feeling like this every second of every single day, but I hide it, from the my family, friends, and as odd as it may sound even from myself. It's kinda like everyone is in the dark, and somehow they cannot see these thousand or more suns that I'm just wanting so badly to hurl myself into, I feel like these suns should be visible by all, I mean they're huge fiery balls of gas and there's lots of them, why can't people see them? I have come to realize that first of all, people not only do not understand, but have no idea how to react and are therefore either faking that they can't see, or just too afraid to do anything about it, second of all I might just be too good at pretending that I don't feel like screaming and breaking down on the floor crying every moment. I almost this lack of seeing idiotic because there is no possible way that I could feel fine, no matter how good I am at deceiving others. I'm just so sick of everything, I'm sick of pretending, I'm sick of feeling like this, I'm sick of waking up, of going to sleep, and it just feels like it will never end, like these feelings will never go away and i'm just so tired. This morning it just seemed like the hardest thing in the world to go on pretending, and it has been the same all day, I'm really beginning to freak people out, which is why I put on the act in the first place, so people wouldn't act how they are acting right now, afraid and not knowing what in the world to say. I just don't know what do to, and no one can help cuz they don't understand and they don't know what to say, so I end alone, alone in this endless battle with myself and my emotions. It just feels like it will never end, never go away, never stop hurting, and I'm getting to that point where I need to say something or I'm going to explode from holding it all in. That poem Becky wrote, yeah, I don't think anyone got it, so if you will go to the rainbow poem and highlight the last line which is in black so that you can't see, it's not the happy poem that everyone saw. I just want it to stop, can't anyone make it stop, can't anything make me happy, truly happy, for that one blissful moment so that this sadness can at last start to ebb even a little? I find the answer as a resounding no, so I trudge on alone, as before, and as it seems it shall always be, until I get launched into those pretty suns. Pretty, pretty suns.

I'll get you St. Valentine, and Then you'll be sorry!

I am here, today, to lead the people against a tyrant who has long plagued us, down trodding the less fortunate and making them feel like scum on the bottom of his shoe as those around us are showered with gifts of the pink and red variety. This man has left millions of women in tears as others have made gain off of him and flaunted their fortune to the tearful women. Do we want to live in a society that, for an entire day, worships a man and a color above that of Buffy and neutrals? No! So I say to you, fellow oppressionists, if we join together, and stand up against, and say, "No," then we may finally be free of St. Valentine. Now who is with me? Who will speak with me?

21 At Last

You know, there is always all this hype about turning 21 because you are legally alowed to do so much more, i.e. gamble, drink, serve on a jury, ect... But having reached my 21st year, I find it to be as mundane as the last 20 years. Of course I am only 1 day into my 21st year, but still. As a mormon girl I cannot do all those things that others who are immoral and want to slowly kill thier bodies can. I don't drink and I shouldn't gamble (Not to say I won't). And so the flavor of 21 is slowly taken from me. I believe that my next milestone in age isn't until 40, which is another lifetime of mine added on to the one I already have away. And 40 only tells you that you are old. I would have to say that 16 was the only momentous age for me. I could drive and date and do other stuff that I can't recall now because it was so long ago.
In conclusion, I had a good birthday, 21 isn't the best age, and I make good cheese!

Rainbow

There is a rainbow in front of me.
I made the rainbow bright for all to see.
There is a color for every question asked of me.
How are you? Green.
How is school? Blue.
How was your day? Yellow.
I see the colors, I reach and find nothing.
There is a rainbow in front of me.
The rainbow is all they see.

A little something I wrote up yesterday for your veiwing pleasures

He shuffled down the hallway, his long robes brushing the floor as his feet moved in quick momentum. Darkness had come a couple hours ago and he was late in checking the front door. Everyday just after nightfall and again before sunrise, it was his duty to check the steps of the front gate. Winter was dawning early this year and cold winds were coming in from the north, his lateness may cost some poor child their life. The hope swept through him as it did every night as he made his trek to the front gate. He wrapped his arms around himself for warmth and braced himself for the cold as he finally reached the inner door. He pushed the large oak doors outward and felt the cold air blast through his woolen robes, his arms providing little warms. He inwardly cursed himself again for being late and not being able to grab a jacket before he had to rush out into the night air. Quickening his pace in a mock run he scampered across the gravel path winding out from the ominous building growing smaller behind him as he ran away from it. His breath came out in puffs of smoke before his face as he rushed to the outer gate. Breathing harder, but feeling warmer from his run he reached the large wall that surrounded the complex and laid his hand upon the door. Mumbling quick words, a metallic clank echoed within the inner workings of the thick door. He now opened the door with ease, but just wide enough for him to peak out. He immediately gazed down upon the steps in front of the door and his hope faded as quickly as it had come. A little to the side of the door and two steps down, wrapped in nothing more than thin rags, laid a child of no more than a year old. He hastened to gather up the child and took a quick glance around to make sure there were no other children on the steps. There were not usually more than one, if there was one at all. He had sometimes been early or too prompt in his routine of checking the steps, and had sometimes seen a woman dart behind a building as he opened the door. Mothers would usually glance at the steps from afar before placing their babe to make sure no others were about and the appearance of one child already on the steps indicated that someone could be near by. A child hadn’t appeared on the steps in a long while though, it had almost been a year, making him lax in his routine, but every night he hoped that he would find an empty step when he looked out. Pulling himself from his inward thoughts he gathered the excess in the skirt of his robes and awkwardly wrapped them around the child and moved back inside the door and shut it. Once inside the safety of the gate he placed his hand on the door once more and spoke words that were caught away in the wind before they could be heard by any. Once again the metallic click sounded within the door and he turned gazing back on the fortress that he had called home for the majority of his life. The building stood tall and wide against the landscape and was highlighted by the moons rays gazing down upon it. The structure was elegant, yet not too extravagant, yet he tried to absorb its beauty every time he looked upon it. In the center above the main door stood the symbol by which he had lived his life by for so long. After his brief glance at the building in front of him, he looked down at the babe in his arms. The child unconsciously grabbed hold of his finger with his little hand. He gaped at what he saw on the back of the child’s hand, it was the same symbol that he had just seen upon the building. Identical in every detail, the symbol was etched upon the child’s hand, but looked as if it was a part of the child’s skin. A blast of wind hit him suddenly, he came out of his slight stupor at seeing the symbol on the child and remembered that it was cold and the child could have been outside for over an hour. His urgency renewed, he rushed once again back to the building from which he had come before. A new hope bloomed in his heart as he thought of the child in his arms and who it would someday become.

Pet Peeves, Even The Word Peeve Annoys Me

Becky has been posting up the wazoo, and what do I have? Two depressing poems, not enough I decided. Okay, so I am going to let out some anger on certain points today, what some would call pet peeves. This list could possibly go on forever, so I will keep it to some of the main ones, ones I've been thinking about lately.

People who give Christmas decorations to you for Christmas. Like you need more wooden santa claus', nutcrackers, and mismatchy ornaments to lay around your house. People who do not know how to use circles, yield does not mean stop people. Someone saying that they will do something, or be somewhere, or call you, or some other such thing, and then not doing that thing, and even worse when they don't acknowledge that they did not do that thing. Clothes on animals, it's ridiculus. Skinny girls that whine about being fat, when they aren't. When someone makes fun of themselves just so you will compliment them. The hiccups. My brother, doesn't matter which one, they've all bothered me at one point or another in my life. The word doughnut, there doesn't seem to be just one certain way for a doughnut place to spell it, make up your minds doughnut people! People who just whine and whine about Bush being president, shut up please! He's the president, there is nothing you can do about it so stop making us want to chop off our ears because you wont be quiet about it! 7th Heaven, that show should just go away, be gone you annoying Camdons.

Okay, I could go on forever, but you get the idea, so please comment. Tell me your pet peeves, or make fun of mine, whatever pleases you. But now you all know not to whine about being fat, while whining about the president and hiccupping while writing the many variations of the word doughnut while stopped at a yield sign, in my presence. Love you all, have fun naming your pet peeves.

Me with the love of my life. 

This is Jen, she's my newest. I got part of the design off of FFX2. She's my new Favorite. 

Okay, I'm a Natalie copycat. Here's a pic I drew. I'm not sure whether I am naming the clothes or the girl. I'll leave that up to you. But I enjoy drawing all the same and I would love some feedback on technique. The body doesn't look right and I can't figure out what it is that I am doing wrong or how to fix it. I seek your inteligence. 

Honey, Sweety, Pumpkin, Cupcake, could you pass me the sugar?

Terms of endearment. You got them, I want to hear them. I find it odd how people will make up nicknames that are usually food products and use this name as an endearing term to their significant other. Why do we make up new names? Why are they usually food products? Do you know the muffin man?
Being a recipient of many "honeys" from my mother, I dispise the name mostly because it is not unique, everyone and their dog can be "honey" to my mother. Then we are all just lemmings walking around with the same name. Darn you lemmings, you addicting game you!
I want to know the strangest and most common terms of endearment that you have used, are using, or have been used on you.
Personally, my favorite is "peanut butter girl," that would be me.

Isn't it about...

It pulls like the wind against rocks
It stretches out farther than a rubber band
The longer it gets, the more blurry it becomes
It hurts, it heals, it kills
The more thought about it is the more it is felt
It is not visible, not tangable, not audible
It rolls continuously, but it's ends don't meet

This is what comes of too much time at the roller rink. 

Meloncholy

Sometimes the world is moving so fast that you can feel the whirr of time passing you by. Days become weeks and weeks, months, and months years. Usually time feels like this to me, a whirr. But recently it has been more of a snail pace. Where I can feel every second, every minute, hour and day going by, and it seems to take an eternity. It seems that the more that you look at a clock and watch time, the slower it goes.
There are those moments that you want to last forever, you want every second to last a long time because then you are more likely to remember it forever. But the more you want to remember every second, the more it seems to seep through your fingers like sand in a seive and no matter how much you grasp at the sand, it will seep through the cracks.
But then there are the other moments that no matter how hard you want to forget and not see the repeating cycle of images in your mind, you can't be rid of them. They keep appearing and reappearing no matter what you do to try and block them. Why is that? Why is it so difficult to remember what you want and forget what you do not wish to remember.
It puts an entirely different skew on time, because time can really only be gauged by the mind. Granted our bodies feel the passing of time, but it is our mind that retains the daily recollection of time. So time is really only what we want it to be and the slowing or quickening of time is no more than that which our mind tells us it is. Yet we are still unable to manipulate it.
You can't escape from time, it is always there, counting down and commanding the lives of almost everyone. Have to be on time to school, work, there is a certain time when you will be hungry, tired. Time really is what directs our lives. Without it, we would all be lost. I for one cannot go an entire class period without glancing at the clock at least 17 times. Just to countdown the minutes until I am able to leave.
What if we were back in days of yore when time was gauged by the sun? How cool would that be because you could be late to work and blame it cloudy weather or something. How cool would that be?
Is time precious? Is it of value? Do we appreciate the time that we have for each moment? I know that I wish all the time for my time in school to fly by so that I will be able to be finished and done with it. Does this mean that by wishing for time to fly that I am not appreciating the moments that I have here in college? College ideally only occurs once and people who are old talk about it like it was thier glory days, their chance to be free. Does this mean I am abusing my time to be free? Once out of college will my sense of freedom be stripped from me? Because if you ask me, I feel restrained and obligated by classes and work and finances while in college and I have this unrealistic picture of the real world being a skip through the daisies.
Does it ever get easy? Will I ever be able to rest? Or do I work so hard for so long towards a goal only to continue the cycle by working just as hard towards a new goal. Will a final goal ever be achieved in this life? Or is it a continuous struggle? I guess that only time can tell.

Me me me. 

Brr... It's cold in here

It wasn't until after I had gotten up, showered dressed and left the apartment that I realized that there is mounds of snow on the ground. I wasn't prepared for the cold and the sight of the snow considering that when I went to bed last night there was not a trace of snow on the dead yet surprisingly green grass. I of course gesticulated my surprise with "what the gna..mna.sn.."
I knew that it was going to snow eventually and that the happiness of a snowless season would soon draw to an end, but it still surprises me when the inevitable appears. I believe that this is what they call denial.
In addition, the snow creates for unhappy living conditions. First of all, all the drivers on the road suddenly have a stroke because they cannot for the life of them remember how to drive in the snow. Although it has probably been less than a year since the last time that they drove in the snow, that knowledge seems to have left their brains. Leaving only two types of drivers: The over cautious driver that goes 25mph in a 50mph zone because they are so scared and they think they will die or the universe will implode if they go faster and the overzealous driver who doesn't remember that snow is slippery and tires will spin. These two drivers cause traffic and accidents or traffic accidents. No good can come from this and it forces me to allow more driving time to get places. I get mad, I get mad, I get mad, everybody gets mad.
The snow is also noncompatible with my footgear choices. I don't have the proper foot attire for the winter season. In highschool the only thing that I wore with every outfit was tennis shoes. I have since discovered that this is not always appropriate or matching and have moved into the world of open toed shoes. But I have yet to cross the boundary of boots. Leaving me with either missmatched shoes or frozen toes. A troublesome dilema. But I've decided that somehow I will perservere and make it through the snow. But I am bitter about it.
I know that there are wonderful aspects to snow: snowball fights, snow angels, snow forts, whitewashes. But I just haven't yet found the time to enjoy the snow I hope that very soon I will. Oh yeah and sledding, you can't forget a good sledding.

You people hardly ever do anything on this blog!

Okay, so I checked this thing forever ago and it was the same as it is right now. That means you peoples aren't really doing much with the blog, in short, yur boring! And meems, i dont see one single thing from you, so get with the program woman. K so here's a depressing poem i just wrote for english, i love writing depressing poems to turn into a teacher, they usually like the perky crap better so thus the funness.

Think Of Me As I Was

You will never know me,

For I live in a shell.

It does not allow you to see,

My merciless hell.

Inside I will stay,

Never coming out for air.

Never to see the light of day,

Because I cannot care.

You have never been here,

To this place of utter sadness.

You will never have to fear,

This oncoming madness.

My soul cries out,

In the wake of this confusion.

I cannot help but doubt,

That I can escape seclusion.

The pain will never end,

The fear will never leave.

If you could only lend,

A moment of reprieve.

So think of me as I was,

For I left long ago.

That person is gone because,

I fight an unseen foe.

Alone forever will I dwell,

Asleep and never waking.

In this unending hell,

A hell of my own making.