tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59368660325574964982024-02-22T06:59:24.616-07:00WhateverCarolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-18241454579579672452010-09-01T17:12:00.001-06:002010-09-01T17:14:56.189-06:00too busy for anything else<p><object width="480" height="360"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x19dxe?additionalInfos=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x19dxe?additionalInfos=0" width="480" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></object><br /><b><a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x19dxe_ok-go-do-what-you-want_music">Ok Go - Do what you want</a></b></p><p><strong>i am really busy haa (as usual) so here, this is all i can afford atm. watch! enjoy! ps, i am so going to learn to do flips while on a pogostick. and probably die in the process. it will be a happy death.</strong></p>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-8277780013422706002010-07-12T21:01:00.003-06:002010-07-12T21:57:33.797-06:00what's been going on!<a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/7300000/Avatar-gang-desktop-avatar-the-last-airbender-7324380-1024-768.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1024px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 768px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/7300000/Avatar-gang-desktop-avatar-the-last-airbender-7324380-1024-768.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>number one! i saw Avatar at midnight, the night it came out. I'll say, it wasn't anything other than i expected, which was lame haha. the TV show is the best! for realz. they took almost everything out of the TV show that made it awesome, and left in a bunch of sucky acting and boring stuff for the movie! talk about lame- this will always be the true avatar to me!! *choked up* lol ps, click on the picture to see it all, my favorite character is Sokka (pronounced sock-a, NOT so-cah. ew.) he's the one on the far right!</div><br /><div>next! i was on the phone with Erica, to ask her if she wanted to go to the midnight showing of avatar with me. here is how the conversation went:</div><br /><div>c: hi Erica! i was wondering what you were doing on Wednesday night, <em>late.</em></div><div>e: um....nothing?</div><div>c: cool!! i was wondering if you wanted to go see-</div><div>e: YES I'D LOVE TO!!! Oh my gosh! I've been dying to see it!!</div><div>c:...wow really? ok haha awesome!! huh... cool I'll get you a ticket k?</div><br /><div>Wednesday evening, Erica comes over and she says "i should have worn my Jacob shirt!!!" me and Hannah just looked at her like she was crazy, and told her "...um yeah, you could've....?". later, i was painting her nails or something, like usual, and i asked her if her BF knew she was going to see avatar. at that point, she looked up, and said "what are you talking about?"</div><br /><div>she had gone the whole time, thinking we were going to see eclipse.</div><br /><div>at this point i almost peed my pants laughing.</div><br /><div>haha it still brings a smile to my face, just picturing her confused expression</div><br /><div>next, the fourth of July. crazy day!! Emily got a new camera, so we messed around with it, lol and yes, i am in my PJ's, what do you have to say about it? they were comfortable!!</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJIKcmamaB-MPPXJGUEHkWjxyVYx7RUXXksrpN62pNK_nMovOArTMGgvWxFEY8dq3rVB-_IRYPxVxyDxkhmItjBl8BUCKV7iU0bIzQZRMlJRhdITFrvC54LjV8h8vmdeS5sZmMxvVaksw/s1600/ninja+pose.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493232978427149090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJIKcmamaB-MPPXJGUEHkWjxyVYx7RUXXksrpN62pNK_nMovOArTMGgvWxFEY8dq3rVB-_IRYPxVxyDxkhmItjBl8BUCKV7iU0bIzQZRMlJRhdITFrvC54LjV8h8vmdeS5sZmMxvVaksw/s320/ninja+pose.jpg" /></a> ninja poses. Hannah's hair looks like Goku! or so we think haha, i just look like a freak<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_yi8yJqbpZOG42eisPJ44by-Nr0lX8cmxEb1iWC_w1Xs4UTLctIxoOhQeQYHnzejtpS0u5Tyb15aotLN6LbL0mbx-d54_5BfAqzXwdjA1nfoQNKYTJQJUgMeY1gqvcIoGKAnG1GklzGA/s1600/ninja+kick.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493232980616853826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_yi8yJqbpZOG42eisPJ44by-Nr0lX8cmxEb1iWC_w1Xs4UTLctIxoOhQeQYHnzejtpS0u5Tyb15aotLN6LbL0mbx-d54_5BfAqzXwdjA1nfoQNKYTJQJUgMeY1gqvcIoGKAnG1GklzGA/s320/ninja+kick.jpg" /></a> sometimes i regret that i didn't really kick her haha jk Hannah!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrqNT450b3tNLAWZE1d4mQ-xoPnkBJWN_NeHak5NaT0MyR4oRZCvW4aXBPITN_5rXmZLQrZGeZn1wikyrX2Yfz_t_t3yQhj2w5k1Si9u7SPC1HGsQUa0N8ms5sDtO-tLdhnWTip3ucahM/s1600/pike.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493232969384291138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrqNT450b3tNLAWZE1d4mQ-xoPnkBJWN_NeHak5NaT0MyR4oRZCvW4aXBPITN_5rXmZLQrZGeZn1wikyrX2Yfz_t_t3yQhj2w5k1Si9u7SPC1HGsQUa0N8ms5sDtO-tLdhnWTip3ucahM/s320/pike.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_E30HdslS8NPE-6Mp200NhKQyzcAlOILy1xwhgR1SxggelR34z6us66XaIl5Jafkf88eKm04zmVHUHx5Thwfg-YEs4amEGC8YSHc4OfrLUc-bDxH8dSen3sBxme3RTxa_CSm1OlhH6Iw/s1600/ninja+kick+fail.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493232991275681714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_E30HdslS8NPE-6Mp200NhKQyzcAlOILy1xwhgR1SxggelR34z6us66XaIl5Jafkf88eKm04zmVHUHx5Thwfg-YEs4amEGC8YSHc4OfrLUc-bDxH8dSen3sBxme3RTxa_CSm1OlhH6Iw/s320/ninja+kick+fail.jpg" /></a> Hannah's fail at 'kicking' me!! haha 's ok though<br /><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSuNh4v9Dqf7QnasdMinoMu5rqLdwauUK4k7atVS-3AEEm2P20H9iTz4y2Sir3KYXqXsIFQSqWFkeuOih7vDpwakKrxGZKD5jBD_t4ydeNHkV1Z3f9PmOl2e0gt3DzUb6e1__5GVNlSu4/s1600/fountian+pose.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493232988919524514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSuNh4v9Dqf7QnasdMinoMu5rqLdwauUK4k7atVS-3AEEm2P20H9iTz4y2Sir3KYXqXsIFQSqWFkeuOih7vDpwakKrxGZKD5jBD_t4ydeNHkV1Z3f9PmOl2e0gt3DzUb6e1__5GVNlSu4/s320/fountian+pose.JPG" /></a> i just wish she was gently spitting water, then i would put her in the front yard, or maybe the entry way, as a <em>lovely</em> fountain<br /></div><div align="left">usually, right here, i go back and make sure all the spelling is right, or somewhat right, and make all the 'i's capitol, but i'm too lazy. i have early cheer practice tomorrow, and it's been lengthened by a whole hour.... so this is all i can say for tonight! bon nuit<br /><br /></div></div></div></div>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-77026925906507261672010-06-01T18:03:00.002-06:002010-06-01T18:55:52.959-06:00Composing<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><a href="http://hindimoviesong.net/Blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/music-composer.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 511px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 383px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://hindimoviesong.net/Blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/music-composer.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I don't think I am a composer yet</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Although I have learned all about the foundation of music</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">it's not learning the rules that allows one to compose</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">it's the free flow of rhythms</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">and progressions</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">not just the ones heard by the ear</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">but the ones in the mind</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">tossing</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">in mayhem sometimes</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">but still perfectly clear in essence;</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I try to make it work</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">but I still have to hear the notes</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">out loud</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">to make a phrase</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">but I am trying to learn</span></div><div><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></div><div><a href="http://www.monsalvat.no/composing.jpg"><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.monsalvat.no/composing.jpg" /></a></div>No really, I just finished writing a song. I have yet to name it, and write it out good, and add the chord progressions. I am kind of proud of it... although it;s only 18 measures long haha. It's much better than my first attempt to write music....or my second or third. My knowledge of music theory really helped me though; there is no way I could have written it before taking that class, because that's just how I am. Not talented like Jaron, who can just sit down and spit it out freely haha. I apologize to him for always telling him to write out his pieces. NEVER DO IT. It sucks to do. It makes my brain hurt; I would have written a better post than this, but I'm already shot from writing, so yeah haha.Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-4977121605691103832010-05-28T09:59:00.008-06:002010-05-28T10:58:55.800-06:00Senior Prom<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrHgGg2anMPQwKNfRYBLEd4tnZjS5Ruol2dcCbFaNlAW-Z055yAqF3urcZ5TzlPaNSp3jgiKhPPMGKgCUj-gdLLusyZdYnzHP05eNd7aNrjCb8m24f1o5PnmntCqGAnstmW0RwFNKR-5g/s1600/Sr+Prom+138.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476362519494296610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrHgGg2anMPQwKNfRYBLEd4tnZjS5Ruol2dcCbFaNlAW-Z055yAqF3urcZ5TzlPaNSp3jgiKhPPMGKgCUj-gdLLusyZdYnzHP05eNd7aNrjCb8m24f1o5PnmntCqGAnstmW0RwFNKR-5g/s400/Sr+Prom+138.JPG" /></a>lol Thank you Hannah for this one<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Hm7PNob24SfuF-laou_eWzHyF0unDiikov5Tb4Gzh6HWnAk7GeSfp_YL9zzPcTUudvgplNYLWGadxKllb3OVpwaSg33ChaW-WFR85nirnK0RtphpI1k-Kpf5drPcgtfdwNncA9Yf7QQ/s1600/Sr+Prom+129.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476362510603941106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Hm7PNob24SfuF-laou_eWzHyF0unDiikov5Tb4Gzh6HWnAk7GeSfp_YL9zzPcTUudvgplNYLWGadxKllb3OVpwaSg33ChaW-WFR85nirnK0RtphpI1k-Kpf5drPcgtfdwNncA9Yf7QQ/s400/Sr+Prom+129.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsfNvxe_RcK_UbBFJRhD-Vy07jc5I9K85RcySRIJSyL0OPzLTpB0XugPPdzWFYkFgva5Wt-bMHjNUegpZPMK-oFsD9QSu3U2Nkbbk8aU3gOFk2WY1iBvzmLaHB7arS6h9UrQO9-UIQJ6g/s1600/Sr+Prom+111.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476362502314626978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsfNvxe_RcK_UbBFJRhD-Vy07jc5I9K85RcySRIJSyL0OPzLTpB0XugPPdzWFYkFgva5Wt-bMHjNUegpZPMK-oFsD9QSu3U2Nkbbk8aU3gOFk2WY1iBvzmLaHB7arS6h9UrQO9-UIQJ6g/s400/Sr+Prom+111.JPG" /></a> And this one. She knew I was going to sneeze, so she waited for the perfect moment before snapping the picture....<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDgql2mcyM3nFVgg43gFctD4GkG61-Wh6Iz2CDj4vB5mXi-Cfck333tEL_G0AXPnVm5mrW2QuB_apExFzeK4cqEOPI7suzAJ-Ov_-pqJN_U2PYtXbM9dtgfeKgFIMumE1FuGKptQGkfcY/s1600/Sr+Prom+146.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476361424403921682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDgql2mcyM3nFVgg43gFctD4GkG61-Wh6Iz2CDj4vB5mXi-Cfck333tEL_G0AXPnVm5mrW2QuB_apExFzeK4cqEOPI7suzAJ-Ov_-pqJN_U2PYtXbM9dtgfeKgFIMumE1FuGKptQGkfcY/s400/Sr+Prom+146.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6F273Rb6M_9J7ohGxYRpxpSUHuS5cFtjiwSKmh2v_buxk-uLqX5jgy5wFSp5Ut6eqBEAAL2A9V2QTl0frwPcjU4uV7Dhcejhr59hFwCNyFtYr1z_V3XYgjZm-7y1joVt5mfUVg0FTnH0/s1600/Sr+Prom+136.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476361410940950002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6F273Rb6M_9J7ohGxYRpxpSUHuS5cFtjiwSKmh2v_buxk-uLqX5jgy5wFSp5Ut6eqBEAAL2A9V2QTl0frwPcjU4uV7Dhcejhr59hFwCNyFtYr1z_V3XYgjZm-7y1joVt5mfUVg0FTnH0/s400/Sr+Prom+136.JPG" /></a>Ahhh! Camila!!!! Thank you for doing my hair! :D<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsRSxHtTTFmhiqmfCSTjc9pgVQyO3Uze6XIf1B8oMjBXU9zJI17tkJLeM6FLOkqDpX6uIdqDxBSkWRuIWvV6V-4lwIisxzFiAfTOt9xOs1Jq5QqkQ_KZV8BsUslyH7ZXiB8dXABp8rofo/s1600/Sr+Prom+126.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476361405583643586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsRSxHtTTFmhiqmfCSTjc9pgVQyO3Uze6XIf1B8oMjBXU9zJI17tkJLeM6FLOkqDpX6uIdqDxBSkWRuIWvV6V-4lwIisxzFiAfTOt9xOs1Jq5QqkQ_KZV8BsUslyH7ZXiB8dXABp8rofo/s400/Sr+Prom+126.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmrLZRCiio2pADVj908wM8Bvh1fCeLeZ9Nv24dCBKGPI4kVwSqguk_ZQfd-jCZp1OpvSobjmY_kEHZl9YJGlMLXEoP2f6_EAUkkNvpSRRCYHvZV1k9mjDeo24fBncF9_5AU2tvseosqdg/s1600/Sr+Prom+151.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476361397179404530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmrLZRCiio2pADVj908wM8Bvh1fCeLeZ9Nv24dCBKGPI4kVwSqguk_ZQfd-jCZp1OpvSobjmY_kEHZl9YJGlMLXEoP2f6_EAUkkNvpSRRCYHvZV1k9mjDeo24fBncF9_5AU2tvseosqdg/s400/Sr+Prom+151.JPG" /></a> See? I'm not even a redhead any more next to him!</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcntyYmCo7RYkcYjG9uf2nFdzJQuDtHK0zYhhe0U8fNpomLz9no4oeYWUJmhfLSmZNXBHEkJwd4nCLZl5uwDrxCRPVlWmO6LfkxHm-iFTx4Z4pgm86utbtcYNEbvo8r9wiwAwhPwUO-I0/s1600/Sr+Prom+152.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476361384861021874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcntyYmCo7RYkcYjG9uf2nFdzJQuDtHK0zYhhe0U8fNpomLz9no4oeYWUJmhfLSmZNXBHEkJwd4nCLZl5uwDrxCRPVlWmO6LfkxHm-iFTx4Z4pgm86utbtcYNEbvo8r9wiwAwhPwUO-I0/s400/Sr+Prom+152.JPG" /></a> </div><div> </div><div><div><div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476360446024374930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUmPNTBFYRxzjm9joful9WZ4_HuEZbdQlhE53d9uFGlPYUXE3GF2CpI_b8SKRa8iu-2-HSUyOHESKtCwIz-lNwH1NoxbZbYTi-L0XCbxx78SHi_krusnNTLx29w9ylvG79SmWUNkfeH0Q/s400/Sr+Prom+119.JPG" /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsEYDOOEoeDhGV_7_l8Xbz0c8V92aBx6SUGBsumZpjFBv8kXX9_LUeMwxWmDatrYIBfRidlsKwmY7W9lbChCzmtxgYW1sm2Bre1vvJLXFQ_XTTAgjBb1bUXCNJoIJT4H-p9UKkxuY9Wpg/s1600/Sr+Prom+122.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476360437498973474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsEYDOOEoeDhGV_7_l8Xbz0c8V92aBx6SUGBsumZpjFBv8kXX9_LUeMwxWmDatrYIBfRidlsKwmY7W9lbChCzmtxgYW1sm2Bre1vvJLXFQ_XTTAgjBb1bUXCNJoIJT4H-p9UKkxuY9Wpg/s400/Sr+Prom+122.JPG" /></a> ew, bad pose.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigEd-DpyFjhnrfX6Xw6CTEmKaBBO_JA2gMvjTxZL0TqzqfEk2JFOFKJ5MoPiifbp6yQIP8sUHGFnLm1at9FYsJli1UKwQMr_u7WRs4WGT_yhLNtE_t2PqhesJ4NgLyqMlhTjn6tiFMpXk/s1600/Sr+Prom+100.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476360427642124674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigEd-DpyFjhnrfX6Xw6CTEmKaBBO_JA2gMvjTxZL0TqzqfEk2JFOFKJ5MoPiifbp6yQIP8sUHGFnLm1at9FYsJli1UKwQMr_u7WRs4WGT_yhLNtE_t2PqhesJ4NgLyqMlhTjn6tiFMpXk/s400/Sr+Prom+100.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYo6AYyznJ5zR25tPFsjmGPIYeNYWPnd0HcrKVmicmFh-TEzMhSZEqCX9-hMPxMZnagZRUvhD3Xxw5W3rPvvPr7KBV4yWQWbMOkXATidOZk9OIEQPziCqAgSUgqTTSB2pGxbudEvoQhro/s1600/Sr+Prom+096.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476360421435063778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYo6AYyznJ5zR25tPFsjmGPIYeNYWPnd0HcrKVmicmFh-TEzMhSZEqCX9-hMPxMZnagZRUvhD3Xxw5W3rPvvPr7KBV4yWQWbMOkXATidOZk9OIEQPziCqAgSUgqTTSB2pGxbudEvoQhro/s400/Sr+Prom+096.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><p>"stop smiling so much carrie!" lol jeeze mom! X-P she was serious. she thinks smiling too much is bad for a picture, but maybe she's right. My generic cheer-forced-to-keep-smiling face isn't so good.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476364127265037458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigfe-t7AuIKq5FcEEBUb1gH1X36RlbCtPqOuaSFnow4tHB27jXWX8-5Jl6BNXWhMS22kIzyrfFTbNzIPxFqeC0ZJqnEOxJXjIYWgILbCdaKCWPFPguQiSEZ93wRjpHaIVfJPKDu3OVpWo/s400/Sr+Prom+125.JPG" /> </p><p>thank you to:</p><ul><li>Logan! for asking me to prom, and being super nice, and everything!</li><li>Mom! for spending many many hours making my dress, and making it look amazing even though you're busy!</li><li>Hannah! for taking pictures haha</li><li>Camila! um CHYA. thanks so much for coming a day early to figure out what to do with my hair, then coming on the day of to do it again!</li><li>Tom! for coming to the fabric store with us and not saying anything....lol how you say......without thinking! haha</li></ul><p>Here is where I would usually write a long post giving the blow by blow account of prom, but I don't have the energy, so if you want to know, ask me! I knew I had to post pictures soon or I'd be in trouble :)</p>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-40299710486793486582010-05-28T09:06:00.002-06:002010-05-28T09:56:46.124-06:00My LimitsI finally know them. After going through this school year, almost killing myself (k that is a little dramatic, but sometimes it felt like that!) I vow not to do that ever again. Not this summer, not next year. Tempting as it may be. I now know what it is like to be one of those poor over-booked children you hear about living in suburbia. My weeks have been like this recently.<br /><br /><ul><li><strong>Monday</strong>: ACT prep class, possibly babysitting, practice piano, HMWK, and FHE, practice singing</li><li><strong>Tuesday</strong>: Cheer Practice till 4:15, HMWK, Piano practicing, practice singing </li><li><strong>Wednesday</strong>: ACT prep class, Teach two piano lessons, YW, Piano practicing, HMWK, (and Hannah's 4-hour dance recital) practice singing</li><li><strong>Thursday</strong>: Cheer practice again, Singing lessons, HMWK, piano practicing</li><li><strong>Friday</strong>: Piano lesson (my own!), then hopefully hang out with friends or something</li></ul><p>*note* I have to be done practicing the piano before 8pm which means I have to do it before my HMWK, but after cheer and stuff. I usually try to get into bed by 9ish, but that doesn't usually happen. If only! haha but I'm a horrible person, because sometimes I do things not on my schedule, like working on flexibility, or jumping on the tramp, or practicing my cheer dance (but i have to do that one!)</p><p>haha and this is my less busy schedule. During Basketball season, I seriously thought I was going to get a stomach ulcer from the stress or something. It was twice as bad. Especially with me getting sick and having a fever for a week straight, then trying to catch up for my piano competition, chya. Next year will not be like this.</p><p>I remember, the day of my competition, i was really down, because i worked really really hard on my piece all day, then got home at 8, and had to start all my HMWK, chemistry especially,which is death for me, and just breaking down, thinking about all I still had to do that week. Cheer would take more than 25 hours of my week during basketball season, and that's both in and out of school. But one of my best friends knew just what to say to me, although I bet they have forgotten. I went and wrote down what they said to me, and i go back to it when ever I feel like a can't take it anymore. It really keeps me going; it makes me really thankful to have friends that care so much about me, and try their best to pick me up when I'm falling down. I hope I can pay them back someday. It goes along with my new maxim "endure to the end". That's what I tell myself when it gets really busy.</p><p>But back to my limits. This summer, my mom wants me to do a lot of things, but I know, looking at it all, that it is past my limit again. 8 Hours of college credit may be really tempting, but it's also 5 weeks of 7:30 am to noon CHEMISTRY at the U of U. By itself, I might be able to get through somehow, but added on top of reading 2 books twice for AP lit, and writing on them, plus whatever I'm assigned for AP gov (I'm guessing 10-12 mini-report-thingies like usual) and early morning cheer practices and cheer camp, and piano (teaching and playing) and singing (?) it's too much, even without school. Plus cabin trips. So I'm going to drop the chemistry program. It was a really hard choice.... I mean 8 HOURS! But I think I'm doing the right thing. Plus, this means I can focus on my YW camp calling, and I don't have to miss any part of girl's camp (oh yeah, another thing I'm doing this summer. I'm a YCL. kind of a big deal. haha my second time doing it)</p>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-51258400423868971842010-05-19T19:50:00.006-06:002010-05-19T21:46:02.727-06:00What have I become?I don't know who I am anymore. I think Emily is going to disown me.<br /><br />I found myself at the Renaissance fair last weekend, and I have to say I think I'm developing a split personality. Haha it really clashes sometimes, in an almost painful way.<br /><br /><br /><strong>There's the Caroline that most people know me by:</strong> cheerleader, good sense of fashion (well i try haha), very girly into painting nails, doing hair, make up, chick flix, and everything else the stereotypical air-headed cheerleader would be into.<br /><br /><strong>Then there's the other Caroline:</strong> the one who's nerdy right up there with the best of them. Yup, that's right, Star wars, Star <em>trek</em>, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Chess Club, classical music, plays-video-games-like-a-bandit etc........and now the Renaissance fair.<br /><br />I dressed up for the fair, because you get a discount if you do, and of course I went all out, (as is tradition in our family, to go all out when it comes to any type of costume) as a princess. Also of course, I was the most-dressed-up-person in our group. There was a peasant (Wes), a time traveler (aka Eliza didn't dress up, and I just dubbed her as that as of now), and a friar (Logan). Walking up to the entrance, there was a sign indicating prices, and under discount it didn't just say "dressed up" or "in costume" but <em>"en garb".</em> Garb?? ok, this should have been my first clue this would be...different. But walking through the plywood arch painted like a turret, I had the sudden urge to run back to the car; everything was so... nerdy, and so sudden, it was suffocating! I was still in the Cheerleader-Caroline mentality, and it just grated against my very <em>being. </em>Everywhere i turned, there were other people <em>en garb</em>, and sometimes waaay more than me. Like probably spent the better part of $100 dollars on a costume only worn once a year (or SHOULD be worn once a year). Also, there were many girls dressed up in belly dancer costumes, that should not, I repeat<strong> should not</strong> have been. Did I say girls? I meant to add middle-aged women too. *shudder*<br /><br /><br />I have to say, it was interesting when people would say "my lady" to me, and there was even one man who bowed. haha it was interesting. There were minstrels everywhere, playing lutes, and harps, while singing "ye olde musik". very authentic. And selling CDs.<br /><br />There was jousting, and knighting, and booths selling whole-suits-of-armor custom made! You could actually buy precious stones at one. The Man at that booth was heavy set with a blond beard mustache, (clearly grown just for this fair, judging by the style. I hope.) who turned to me and my friends saying "pretty ladies! come! we have SHHHINY things!" then he started waggling his fingers at us, and his merchandise <strong>(which happened to be precious and semi-precious stones. like seriously, in the middle of a dusty field, next to a shallow murky river, selling diamonds and sapphires...? kinda sketch if you ask me).</strong> Haha me and Wes took one look at the man, and gave him a creeped-out-smile/grimace, before hurrying on to the next booth, as he continued to yell after us ("Pretty ladies like shiny things!! Come!!")<br /><br />K, the knighting. Um it was legit. We walked up to the "court" which was housed in a tent, complete with King, Queen, and Royal Subjects, dressed in the most lavish <em>garb</em> there. They sat graciously, playing their part like they lived it everyday. A woman, dressed as a servant, held her fingers to her lips, and instructed us to kneel (which we didn't) at the foot of the throne, while the current...victim(?)...was knighted. She told us, in a whispered tone, that we could be knighted if we wished, but it would cost us three crowns for the king's time. Yeaaah. Three crowns....haha sorry, I just spent the last of my crowns buying that pair of wolverine claws back at that other booth(jk). We looked back at the throne, the kneeling person was being touched on the shoulders and back by a real sword, by the king, then instructed to rise; next the king said "Three cheers for the new knight, Sir what's-his-name! HIP HIP..." and I said " HOORAY!" where everyone else said "HUZZAH!", then looked at me like I had done something very wrong. Logan seemed to find it quite funny haha :-P. As soon as I realized my mistake I quickly said "I mean HUZZAH.", but alas, by then they were already on the second "HIP HIP", and I just failed again. The worst part of it was that the nerdy part of me <em>wanted to be knighted</em>. But the more sensible part of me refused (thankfully), and I was able to pull myself away unscathed.<br /><br />There were all kinds of food stands, with corny names like "The Holy Grill" and "The Friar's Fry-er". I had a very good flat bread melt at a booth with an equally embarassing name, that i cannot remember for the life of me. I think it too had the "holy grail" motif.<br /><br />The jousting was pretty cool. The knights really knew how to play the crowd, and it was really cool to see my favorite kind of horse in real life: a friesian: (ahh I love it. As much as a Steinway)<br /><br /><a href="http://static.gotpetsonline.com/pictures-gallery/horse-pictures-breeders-foals/friesian-pictures-breeders-foals/pictures/friesian-0005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://static.gotpetsonline.com/pictures-gallery/horse-pictures-breeders-foals/friesian-pictures-breeders-foals/pictures/friesian-0005.jpg" /></a><br /><br />There was a woman in a wheel chair next to me; the knight had a bunch of pink roses that he was handing out to "fair princesses and queens" in the crowd. He came up to the woman in the wheelchair, and told her "that's a fine chariot you have there my lady." and gave her the rose, while everyone cheered for this princess :). It was great.<br /><br />There was one booth offering massages.....chya.....from a guy with hair like Kenny G, but black, with a beard and mustache. Oh yeah, and stretch pants. Very creepy. haha, no thank you. Also many booths with tarot reading and crystal ball fortunes ect. For like $30! Totally robbing people.<br /><br />Overall, I had a ton of fun, and even learned a little bit of contact juggling (look out David Bowie!), which I intend to perfect, as soon as a get a contact juggling ball. Which will be soon. Also, being a princess for a day isn't too bad :) Also I got some real freshwater pearl earrings for pretty cheap, and a cute ring :). Not bad, I say.<br /><br />I didn't take many pictures, but here are the two I did take: yup, there was no way I was going to put my head in there! It's too nerdy for me! Even after I settled into my nerdy-self.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV0C7cwCFWpS0DNbHY-yBlcmWpREHc7_BZBz3YT_gl8G-RT_wBmwHzccPUgCs1I-RxIZRKIKdtt0Y21z5rxC_vlLV_jLg-fEgdjdCEuC6RZmx0AhKfCzhQWdHsyXaGlCCl6rrUhrpwJKA/s1600/fair+Logan.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473188274336246258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV0C7cwCFWpS0DNbHY-yBlcmWpREHc7_BZBz3YT_gl8G-RT_wBmwHzccPUgCs1I-RxIZRKIKdtt0Y21z5rxC_vlLV_jLg-fEgdjdCEuC6RZmx0AhKfCzhQWdHsyXaGlCCl6rrUhrpwJKA/s400/fair+Logan.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1sXSigt1dpmReTgEA4v3BggMrEAmMNNYeGSc6xl0sLyiV_vgc_DIcjRaI-ojI-5SkaM1IWBHD-E8sT_MkgpOs6WMWiNHg-Mfn5TMDiLjK812cDT3CosX6l6XK0_VY46TcCStYwHMBDTo/s1600/Fair.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473188262582968338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1sXSigt1dpmReTgEA4v3BggMrEAmMNNYeGSc6xl0sLyiV_vgc_DIcjRaI-ojI-5SkaM1IWBHD-E8sT_MkgpOs6WMWiNHg-Mfn5TMDiLjK812cDT3CosX6l6XK0_VY46TcCStYwHMBDTo/s400/Fair.jpg" /></a>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-86952559008989253282010-05-08T16:35:00.003-06:002010-05-08T17:01:28.196-06:00They're Everywhere<div>When you walk into any given classroom at my high school, you can bet that there will be multiple students sporting pairs of Converse. Every color; every shade, tone, and tint imaginable, even exotic prints and custom layers, everyone trying to stand out in a unique way (oh, the irony!). This trend seemed to suddenly spring up, faster than my little sister can tattle-tale on me. Where did it come from? What turned the key to get it going, and how did it accelerate so fast?<br /></div><div>One possibility is Malcom Gladwell’s “law of the few”. This law, condensed, is essentially the 80/20 Principle, meaning that the influence of one person or a handful of people greatly affects the majority of the population. When Converse first came out, with their now classic design in 1921, what started the fire? Celebrity endorsement (what else?). Charles H. "Chuck" Taylor, a basketball player, started wearing these new All-Star shoes. Because of this one man, we see converse like we do. Without Chuck, we might just see them as bizarrely high-cut shoes, with too much shoelace. Teenagers worship celebrities, including athletes, and anything they do or say immediately becomes popular; we see this today, again and again with shoes, purses, and those popular knit headbands that seem to be growing faster than anything I’ve seen in a long time. These Shoes seem to have sprung up in the same way.<br /></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.dfashion.de/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/converse-high-heels.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 460px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.dfashion.de/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/converse-high-heels.jpg" /></a><br />Can I just say, <em>ew</em>. If i ever see anyone i know wearing these, i will come to their house, and burn them.<br /><div><a href="http://www.virtualshoemuseum.com/vsm/files/09558_converse_a-1.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><div><a href="http://www.virtualshoemuseum.com/vsm/files/09558_converse_a-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 460px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.virtualshoemuseum.com/vsm/files/09558_converse_a-1.jpg" /></a> Lol pants AND shoes! All in one! For your convenience!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.myairshoes.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/converse-ripples.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.myairshoes.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/converse-ripples.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXooHLVFg1K_tk45NBjTA_93RYqZkKBx6VRzGURFKDfZNnAQBwFkUMSXGXoOrbRbse6MtLdtRkiPcAJhqc2nEiIPyyw9qCyglMv85UELDFjAnZkokq5wII9BSyaFxgol_E1lJbejztsHU/s1600/Converse.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469036427803612674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXooHLVFg1K_tk45NBjTA_93RYqZkKBx6VRzGURFKDfZNnAQBwFkUMSXGXoOrbRbse6MtLdtRkiPcAJhqc2nEiIPyyw9qCyglMv85UELDFjAnZkokq5wII9BSyaFxgol_E1lJbejztsHU/s400/Converse.bmp" /></a> I designed these ones myself :) too bad they're $62.<br /><br /><div>They never really went out or style really, but they sure came back with vehemence. These days there are so many different styles of Converse, sometimes it’s difficult to recognize a pair. They have seeped into every area or shoe-ware, from high-heels, to boots, to flats. Why has this one style branched out so far? Another answer is the overall tone of today’s trends. They all seem to resonate with the past, as the decades of the mid 1900s ripple back to the present. Every year a new-old style washes up; ‘vintage’: it’s the new pink. Converse are the embodiment of classic. Teenagers thirst to be accepted, and if that means dressing a certain way, so be it. It’s all controlled the small strain of glamorous kids who everyone aspires to mirror. Therefore, if they wear converse, so does everyone else.<br /></div><div>It seems like no other trend has gone as long as Converse without going out of style. These shoes have been preserved because of out human nature to follow the people we admire. Because a few choice individuals decided to wear this style, we all follow obediently. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-31109693049484028692010-05-03T18:12:00.006-06:002010-05-04T17:11:15.936-06:00BREAKING NEWS! I understood chemistry!Yes folks! I CAROLINE understood what Ms. Mayall was talking about in class today. It's a miracle. We were talking about radioactivity, and radioactive particles, and for some odd reason, I was able to grasp what she was talking about! I'm in awe of my new found knowledge, and wonder why i could never understand anything else she said this whole year, although I assure you I tried my hardest. It feels so good! It's probably because I got a blessing yesterday that said if I tried my hardest, I would understand. I don't know.<br /><br />Also, i think Ms. Mayall got engaged :) her ring is <em>gorgeous</em>.<br /><br />Also! i got 75% on my last test, which is GOOD! much better than the last one where i got 64%. it's a lot better than i expected :) which means that what i did write down was right, because I left a quarter of on the pages blank haha.<br /><br />And now for a list of the most random words i can think of:<br /><ol><li>squeegee</li><li>liquorice</li><li>rice</li><li>plumb</li><li>Snapple</li><li>squelch</li><li>napkin</li><li>liposuction</li><li>liquid paper</li><li>suitcase</li><li>beer stein</li><li>miffed</li><li>vase</li><li>dictionary</li><li>Nicaragua</li><li>brighten</li><li>bloody</li><li>plate</li><li>American cheese</li><li>die!</li><li>Indian</li><li>sonicare</li><li>box</li><li>wood</li><li>leftovers</li><li>photos</li><li>Greece</li><li>grease</li><li>raisins</li><li>chocolate covered ants</li><li>dust rag</li><li>cat fur</li><li>choking</li><li>sneeze</li><li>squash</li><li>USB port</li><li>Dijon mustard</li><li>voodoo!</li><li>David Bowie</li><li>casket</li></ol><p>alas i must go to sleep now, or else face the wrath of a very angry platinum-blonde, or a grumpy bearded man :-P Better Post Next Time!</p><p>ps. what's the best random word?</p><p></p><p>ALSO!! I just took my math placement test for College Algebra-Calc or College Calc-Trig. It was interesting, the first part, just algebra, was SO easy. AND there were only 12 questions; But as I got into the second section, people were leaving, at an alarming rate, already finished. I thought to myself "why is it taking me so long? do i just suck at life??" until there were me and two other people left. The three of us kept on testing for another hour after everyone else was gone! I was really worried that I was just behind everything, and the questions were tough.... I started becoming more and more worried, and thinking i must really be HORRIBLE at math, and maybe they'll drop be from the class because my skill level is so slow. I mean COME ON I've been here for an extra HOUR. Not ten min, or even 15. I kept thinking, "DANG I should've paid more attention to Jaron when he explains math to me!!!! He would TOTALLY know how to do all this stuff!" Finally, when I finished, I took my score up to the teacher, and she must've seen the disappointment on my face, so she explained to me:</p><p>I wasn't slow! I just tested into the higher math class! Calc-Trig! If you test into the higher class, it gives you triple the questions! *WHEEW* I don't suck at life. But it surprised me that there were only three of us....</p>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-68503314962569924602010-04-20T20:52:00.003-06:002010-04-20T20:59:31.744-06:00TFAIPY (Time For an Actually Important Post Y'all)Yes, I did just say y'all. Stop cringing Hannah. Haha ok, today, I will not post about nonsense, i will post about something that is one of my pet peeves: People who say they "hate reading because it is boring"! What I have to say to this is that these people don't really <em>how</em> to read. All you people out there, this is important, so pay attention.<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="http://www.treehugger.com/book-lending-2swap.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.treehugger.com/book-lending-2swap.jpg" /></a> There are those who read books, and there are those who marinate themselves in books. People who merely read, do so quickly and impatiently, with only one goal in mind: to get on to whatever lies beyond the immediate reading, like holding your nose, while swallowing a bite of food you rather dislike. Marinating takes a true lover of books who allows time to flow freely over them, not giving it a second though, as they soak up each of the author’s devices and revels in them like savory herbs that flavor steak.<br /></p><p>When a true connoisseur of reading takes a look at a library shelf or bookstore window, they don’t just glance and the covers and titles seeking a specific genre alone. Picking out a book shouldn’t be like going through a drive through, then parking to hastily eat in the car and hurry off to the next destination. They see the awards, the authors, cracking one open occasionally and tasting the words; feeling them with every sense.<br /></p><p>When it comes to reading, I try to let the book play out in front of my eyes, assailing me from all sides, locking me into place, but shifting me in each of the author’s tones. When you find yourself giving each character their own distinct voice in your mind, you know you’re there. It’s when you are moved by not only the story, but the complex patterns of the author’s style, and come to recognize the littlest phrases, like delicate seasonings. Let go of time, and eat up!<br /></p><p>There are those who only nibble books, constantly preoccupied by the many distractions thrown at us by the world; TV, texting, Facebook, iPods. The list goes on and on. The absolute distinction between simply knowing how to read and knowing how to soak is when you make the connection between the fact that A: you’re not getting anything out of what you’re reading and B: you’re also causing the before mentioned by letting yourself see only the surface. After this distinction is made, it isn’t hard to begin to cut a little deeper into the pages and paragraphs; let the words swill around your head, taking their own sweet time.<br /></p><p>Reading can be gateway to innumerable experiences normally out of your reach, if you only allow yourself to let the small but sharp intensities of phrases surround you. </p>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-41074658478822185292010-04-16T22:12:00.002-06:002010-04-16T22:42:20.089-06:00what's been going on lately:So yeah, I've been busy, and I make no excuses for not posting! I was sleeping, and doing homework when I could have been posting for the last month. the AP tests are looming ever closer: AP music theory, AP US history, and AP Language and composition. The teachers are really cracking down, and piling on the homework, plus study sessions after school every day, plus cheer, plus my piano recital creeping up (which i am totally unprepared for. I still have a page left to learn, plus the third page doesn't seem to be going <em>anywhere</em> no matter how much i practice. curse you Scott Joplin!!)<br /><br />In May i have on week that goes<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">BAM</span>! ap test<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">BANG</span>! ap test<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">BOOM</span>! ap test<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">WHAM</span>! piano recital.<br />then <span style="font-size:180%;">CRASH</span>! There goes Caroline, collapsed on the floor. does she have a pulse? no? oh. pity.<br /><br />well I'll try to post more up until then. Then I shall post as a ghost.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">oO</span><span style="font-size:85%;">oO</span><span style="font-size:130%;">oO</span><span style="font-size:180%;">oO!</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br />OK. anyway I could never be as cool as the Ghost of Bacon.<br /><br />I'm singing one of my favorite songs in my singing lessons :) Here it is! Enjoy.<br /><br /><object width="660" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5RbSXxwiYMY&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5RbSXxwiYMY&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"></embed></object><br /><br />I'm excited :) well, really it is getting late, and I'm going to be kicking myself for this tomorrow morning when i have to get up early to go to an APUSH seminar from 9-12. also! if the video is cut off, just right click on it, and open it in a new tab :)Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-19041306660477589542010-02-26T21:15:00.003-07:002010-02-26T22:38:43.196-07:00well i should've posted about sadies by nowbut i haven't, because i know it's going to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">take</span> a long time :P and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> not on the right computer, as i would have to scan some pictures in so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> going to post about something different :D<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> going to post about what i will someday posses: a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">fazioli</span> (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">fatz</span>-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">ee</span>-oh-lee)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />it's the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Ferrari</span> of pianos<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 648px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.pianofortechicago.com/images/PianoWithReflection.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><p><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">ahhh</span> see that gleaming-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">ness</span>??? it's like a mirror of ebony wood *drool*</p><br /><p>i got the chance to play on one last weekend and it almost broke my heart. only a baby grand, entry-level piano, it cost a mere $90,000. *<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">siiiiiiiigh</span>* playing on it was like.... i don't even know what. there's nothing to compare. but i was just testing it out, alas, and as i played, the salesman was eyeing me, and i could physically feel it. (probably eager to wipe down the piano after i left with polish and a microfiber cloth, feverishly.) i barely played one page of a song. i asked the salesman (actually the owner of the store) if he played the piano and i was floored to discover he did NOT!!! i was like 'wait, what??? then how do you appreciate the sound, the feel??!!!! life is so unfair!!! why do YOU get to own this piano store, and you play the lousy bass!!!!' (my apologies to bass players, the bass isn't lousy, but seriously!!!! how dare he own a piano store!? <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span> forgive my overreactions but i love pianos. anyway.) of course i didn't say this out loud, but that's what i was thinking <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">heh</span>. </p><br /><p>here are the reasons this piano sounds so good:</p><br /><p><strong><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">clarity</span></strong>: a sound in which harmonic components are even throughout. if you don't speak piano and player, it means that when you play a musical phrase, no note is left out of your hearing, it resounds, no matter how quietly played.</p><br /><p><strong>uniform: </strong>a timber that presents equal <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">characteristics</span> in every area of the keyboard. if you hit a key up around C6 or C7, you can expect the same resistance and volume if you hit a key around C1 or C2 (given you exert the same force on the key of course)</p><br /><p><strong>wide dynamic range: </strong>a sound that goes from pianissimo (aka really really quiet) to fortissimo (aka really really loud) without any distortion in fortissimo.</p><br /><p><strong>long duration: </strong>the duration of the sound is extremely important for the legato (smooth and connected sound) and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">cantabile</span> playing, thus the sound must not decay rapidly. when you hit a note, you expect the sound to linger until you lift your finger, or the loud pedal. it hangs in the air.</p><br /><p><strong>selective: </strong>this means the pianist is able to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">distinction</span> of the single parts, melodies (or voices, as my piano teacher calls them), especially during the performance of polyphonic works. examples of polyphonic works (some of the hardest songs to play!! but gorgeous!!!!!): <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">bach's</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">tocatta</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">fuge</span>, the little <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error">fuge</span> in g minor by <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error">bach</span>, and other <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error">fuges</span>. also inventions are poly phonic, but not as complicated as <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error">fuges</span>.</p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442791044293484674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN2897_tsIsQdAGYGFAr0u4U9SRsXKsq866JZgqAQ9CnoS0h9E3rME809sP8UhO4JEJIaVdfkuIqwcWHH73loacuK7e_30ZSJqVN9kDTzRccEO8Zw2pXkYvJCnj-1qFO1toMnsYDbG9QE/s400/fazioli+concert+grand.bmp" /> ah here's what i am going to own some day: the concert grand. at 3.08 meters in length (that's a little more than 10 feet) and 1.58 meters (a little more than five feet) in keyboard width, and 1.88 meters tall when the lid is open fully as in the picture (that's a little over six feet) it weighs 1521.19 pounds. the wheels are designed to take the weight without damaging the floor (but just in case, then have special pads you put under.<br /><br />oh there's so much more to talk about! but i have to cut it short, because it's time for me to be in bed. i"ll probably add more tomorrow. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error">haha</span> like anyone is going to understand my weird obsession anyway, let alone read more than the first paragraph before getting bored. but eh whatever!Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-63474048851354174902010-02-24T18:38:00.005-07:002010-02-24T19:16:07.108-07:00Hey, here i am sick, so i better post on my blog, or i"ll feel guilty (i already am, as i've been sick for three days, and still haven't posted yet.)haha wow that was a rather long title, don't you think? it would've been longer, but it ran out of characters. it was going to say something like 'wow this is a rather long title, don't you think?' OK enough tautology (actually, the more correct term is recursing... but tautology sounds smarter. but <em>thinking back</em>, tautology really doesn't apply at all except in my wishful thinking).<br /><br /><br /><br />wow. OK. i am a little distracted today obviously, as i can't hold on to a single train of thought. it must be the lack of food. i haven't had much appetite the past few days.<br /><br /><br /><br />today's post is going to be on......... how i should be practicing the piano right now because megan's gonna kill me if i don't! (piano competition, march 10th)<br /><br /><br /><br />ps. i should've named this post ("shortest and most boring post ever. dont bother to read." so, to compensate, please be entertained by this picture of tiny people! right...... NOW!)<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 760px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 506px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.tiltshiftphotography.net/images/crossroads.jpg" /><br /><p></p><p>pps: for those of you with a dry sense of humor like me (well, sometimes) here's a cartoon you might enjoy. lol it sounds like something my friend mike would say or a club he'd start. <a href="http://xkcd.com/703/">http://xkcd.com/703/</a> don't forget the tooltip, just roll over the image, it's the best part!</p>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-86904870956595936112010-02-16T15:07:00.001-07:002010-02-16T15:11:04.064-07:00He doesn't cook or clean!<p><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tErfaUvvw9A&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tErfaUvvw9A&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object></p><p> </p><p>haha i love it! "who organized all of my ex-girlfriends into a choir and got them to sing?"</p>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-77719139384048164032010-02-15T20:24:00.004-07:002010-02-15T21:07:25.156-07:00The Cabin This Weekend<div align="center">when we got there, Saturday around noon (or something, it seems so far away) there was about 3-4 feet or snow (or more, depending. some piles were much taller than me, at my humble 5'2"). it was a promising start. except i was the ONLY ONE WHO THOUGHT TO BRING SNOW CLOTHES!? come on! we still had fun though. earlier today me and Hannah had a ton of fun messing around in the snow.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the snow was dry, and fluffy, making it very easy to sink in deep, throwing off balance and making movement sluggish, but still fun! we took to making silly videos of me doing cartwheels (or attempting to) in all my gear, plus powder :P Hannah took out her phone and was like "Carrie! do some parkour!" and it started from there. lol but this is NOT parkour. cause i can't do parkour, but i can mess around and have fun! it was way more fun wrecking then trying to land the cartwheels :P<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxxN8vEPVBoe95IiBNuDWwfR1kmFib-f6IlQYfbPt1GyOOIOH0fZQOb2RLcVhTO5Bbb6KQxfI9SCW98AsoZVQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzTLxKQimj1a2JQaRVDwbxuV1M0NB9O5PFhltu0O6xw-5M8hNTDDDNdKXURFktkdPZgENtU5nnQSrIrhKdD1g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyU2Rk2BvUpW5dTDqQdT1ATH4T7jg9DWIkZiz6BztEGKJYgfsVeY-9MI6UiG7Sm3hRyJAHGlCtZqrvUJmCWJg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz7jC8HzBKZFj5urUO1HdNIKg8iS1oqOPrykCkHbs3VDwsxJI_HWQ-TydQWilC0LLpQU3Bx6glQJ_dLjlmVpw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz4lF-IcqgqkLQy4VAglmfdfM-8aGXGNCxsg4akdEp1Voir-jJuVlp_oMFvhWv3qqvgijUkHV6c1Je4dEZ0Fg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p align="center">haha there's one more, but where i attempt a toe tough, but i bet you're sick of these lame videos anyway x-p</p><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p align="center">we also found the SWEETEST horses!! (not that I've ever tasted one, but i know someone who has!...i forget who...huh. anyway!) here are some pictures of them! me and Hannah's fav was the bay horse (if you don't speak horse and rider, a bay is a brown horse, with black/dark brown on the nose, feet, and a dark stripe down the back. the mane and tail are also black/dark brown). the paint kept getting jealous of our attention to the bay, and nudged it out of the way repeatedly. they were very curious horses, trying to nibble our clothing, and sniff our hands for possible treats.</p><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-JzQuTdt-CqCf61cjfaWags29UZQw66gMw5nuNDlcmzrkx2wQ1n3sGa93QDEla5om3SnNmlp76C1RbVG45ZtJ3zgzjRNZC-jTQqIpxYaZz7KesVhhY6LNKul4Ccr2WU3_K4_3yHd_Mw/s1600-h/cabin+7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438682338234664338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-JzQuTdt-CqCf61cjfaWags29UZQw66gMw5nuNDlcmzrkx2wQ1n3sGa93QDEla5om3SnNmlp76C1RbVG45ZtJ3zgzjRNZC-jTQqIpxYaZz7KesVhhY6LNKul4Ccr2WU3_K4_3yHd_Mw/s400/cabin+7.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzH1HZT8C4lzI7kwfx3zZ_78p8SeR2tl8tcuKRrX7A07WU54hoyVuARURjPaHLJU43qkDAvCJu0ZZ9POMW7KRndFRTws6UrrlMvAWu2kfFe6gkMJ2mwSgLJHMjkNYTNCMq5GKU2m6v_EE/s1600-h/cabin+6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438682334446225426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzH1HZT8C4lzI7kwfx3zZ_78p8SeR2tl8tcuKRrX7A07WU54hoyVuARURjPaHLJU43qkDAvCJu0ZZ9POMW7KRndFRTws6UrrlMvAWu2kfFe6gkMJ2mwSgLJHMjkNYTNCMq5GKU2m6v_EE/s400/cabin+6.jpg" /></a> this one (above) is hard to tell, but the horse's nose. She was smelling my phone. i was worried she was going to take a bite!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE_h2tF0Zjkag2wu_4NSl4BeWq4519Ni5vGfdlzwU-GlsfTsJi_tG6jwHWd9seWq0F59sMNudxxvUl9jX0HStMnm8KeBl9Cjs6eFQhpqTw1ARSvrtY_aJzv4lGnVQoDVUF0tLpsy5sZWU/s1600-h/cabin+4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438682328465474530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE_h2tF0Zjkag2wu_4NSl4BeWq4519Ni5vGfdlzwU-GlsfTsJi_tG6jwHWd9seWq0F59sMNudxxvUl9jX0HStMnm8KeBl9Cjs6eFQhpqTw1ARSvrtY_aJzv4lGnVQoDVUF0tLpsy5sZWU/s400/cabin+4.jpg" /></a> speaking of taking a bite, these horses seemed hungry! they look fine and healthy, the there was a GIANT stack of fresh hay behind them, under a roof, but for some reason, they all chewed on the wood! any wood they could get their teeth into, as you can see by the chew marks on the side of these stairs!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7gtrJXqaHxv5YmRbt_Ke1c4ZIs7NTZJLaz6-jPcqehALDQJ2J8Vkx-yoKet6A2x9yO1MISHvOUyL3OKPsywn8swUwSF3kIDj5j07l2TWIcrmMMbiivMNkTIpNeKH-QuYpF3LPTJJGFqE/s1600-h/cabin+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438682321820804482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7gtrJXqaHxv5YmRbt_Ke1c4ZIs7NTZJLaz6-jPcqehALDQJ2J8Vkx-yoKet6A2x9yO1MISHvOUyL3OKPsywn8swUwSF3kIDj5j07l2TWIcrmMMbiivMNkTIpNeKH-QuYpF3LPTJJGFqE/s400/cabin+2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438682317689926162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoGaYV154GblZSJOk8r5sLFcttvcrL990xLeSEYWtMFfoXxZb-dgKDLpQlE8rCex_pWdIXdfAy_KFA3T76GNt5uwYhhAPNe1vknBW8-fy-dCda-S4DQDgKYyClq4djic66PbHsO2e1yos/s400/cabin+1.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"please let me come with you! i just know i can fit through these bars if i turn my head just like this!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhsaFAuJj_2Vvw3fv9UCWxEZQ9wDtMb8cUqicKxRJ_PzfhBZ3IGjG1Mdnj50ropzWUBTjPQnoKoC80ppGfOZaAl22X0aEYjgTO5irG4iMNzT_6sdevuuYyrq5yuwvzDEIJWNYxuPj7fVo/s1600-h/cabin+9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438684318160313330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhsaFAuJj_2Vvw3fv9UCWxEZQ9wDtMb8cUqicKxRJ_PzfhBZ3IGjG1Mdnj50ropzWUBTjPQnoKoC80ppGfOZaAl22X0aEYjgTO5irG4iMNzT_6sdevuuYyrq5yuwvzDEIJWNYxuPj7fVo/s400/cabin+9.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a>ah, just gorgeous isn't it? untouched! i actually got in trouble from my mom for walking out in the snow like that :P what was i supposed to do! i couldn't help it!</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJjGCGpja7NXUDfmoJCPqF_jlFnosbt6eeNm4voT4o3CNcef5O0zJVOvBg6-GLamEPQBF5uMeVnhkAAj1cysx5yvgQJjJRV-26WendapXPfIpSFy7GiI02nl8GZriwVxSeP1DdR95dtY/s1600-h/cabin+10.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438684312856738082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJjGCGpja7NXUDfmoJCPqF_jlFnosbt6eeNm4voT4o3CNcef5O0zJVOvBg6-GLamEPQBF5uMeVnhkAAj1cysx5yvgQJjJRV-26WendapXPfIpSFy7GiI02nl8GZriwVxSeP1DdR95dtY/s400/cabin+10.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-HmoaCkD56fNDLaFQwVFYqhQSZRp8J6fEKHSs-FcSaE24wpRmFnJG2Q5X-1Vx2rxrLkwTJO3zAIdqWPplnfNtPQOlIuGr7UU1MBZ76TOJchH-V_YRRxY6L3jGBciZxqbbiIPFHE2ga48/s1600-h/cabin+8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438684309760833154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-HmoaCkD56fNDLaFQwVFYqhQSZRp8J6fEKHSs-FcSaE24wpRmFnJG2Q5X-1Vx2rxrLkwTJO3zAIdqWPplnfNtPQOlIuGr7UU1MBZ76TOJchH-V_YRRxY6L3jGBciZxqbbiIPFHE2ga48/s400/cabin+8.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgnEku-eVnlYDH0_thBe3lGxk7XlJP94AVieNdqj18e6Lr9xoRuFw3VYskNnziDIaYbYbooiAsuCm3QKR7_MJZ12vG1qd_CDf6zDKDZfqEXcJ1_2DpS1-R04-BZfVHUVMyv_78aSi0Ln0/s1600-h/cabin+5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438684300653235442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgnEku-eVnlYDH0_thBe3lGxk7XlJP94AVieNdqj18e6Lr9xoRuFw3VYskNnziDIaYbYbooiAsuCm3QKR7_MJZ12vG1qd_CDf6zDKDZfqEXcJ1_2DpS1-R04-BZfVHUVMyv_78aSi0Ln0/s400/cabin+5.jpg" /></a> oh and one more story haha...<br /><br />there's this farm dog across the street, at the little dairy farm, named Piper. i love piper! he always plays with Maggie, my dog. they are perfect for each other, and are best friends. this time, we didn't bring Maggie up to the cabin (thanks to SOMEONE who complains of her "mess" psh) and piper was very sad. i went for a walk, to enjoy the beautiful earth, when i see piper trotting along behind. the sweet dog he is, he comes up and leans against me, wagging his tail. then, he begins to howl, the really sad-pitiful-lonely kind of howl. i could tell he missed Maggie! i felt very sorry for him, so i let his accompany me on my walk. just as i am pausing for a moment to call back to the cabin, i notice that piper is lifting his leg... ON ME!! "PIPER!!! GAH!!!" *this is where i dive for the snow, and writhe around like I'm on fire* i take it as his was of showing his appreciation for me letting him come along on my walk. or asking me to be his valentine. something like that. luckily i was wearing my waterproof snow pants, so it just beaded up, and came right off. wheew. but still, poor piper. he showed up on our porch early this morning, hoping to find maggie, but having no such luck, proceeded to howl on our porch, very loudly. i forgive him for taking a leak on me, out of pure pity for his loneliness.Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-1484403640079774892010-02-04T19:43:00.003-07:002010-02-04T20:21:19.286-07:00hey, yeah it's been a while... (but don't expect any apologies)here's kind of what's been going on in my life:<br /><br /><br /><br /><ol><br /><li>getting read for a piano competition in march. Here's what I'm playing: Fantasia No. 3 in d minor, K. 397. by W. A. Mozart. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=deNZCpBLrEk">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=deNZCpBLrEk</a> (ps, if clicking on that link doesn't work, try copy and pasting it or typing it out. it's worth it i promise!!! this song is absolutely GORGEOUS.</li><br /><li>cheer still, four games a week!! too... many...</li><br /><li>teaching piano- two students (two girls) and I'm about to start two new boys (O.o)</li><br /><li>tumbling has been put on hold!!!!! (indefinitely.......) :'(</li><br /><li>young women's basketball just started! we won our first game :)</li><br /><li>and now singing lessons!</li></ol><br /><p>idk how much time i have left, but i seem to be surviving, i suppose.</p><br /><a href="http://blogs.voices.com/voxdaily/woman-singing-microphone-vintage-525.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 525px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 371px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://blogs.voices.com/voxdaily/woman-singing-microphone-vintage-525.jpg" /></a> <p>so singing lessons. very odd. i have to do these really weird exercises everyday, singing arpeggios (my teacher calls them scales but they are SO not scales!!! i should know :P). today, she had me making that b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b noise (idk how else to spell it...?), you know, like the noise little boys make when they play with trucks. i for the life of me could not do it!! i kept cracking up at her making that noise!! haha i hope she wasn't offended.</p><br /><p>teacher: "OK, do it like this Caroline: <span style="font-size:180%;">B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"</span></p><br /><p>me: *earnestly trying to screw my face in to something that can make that noise, but the laughter overcomes all* "b-b-b-BAH HAHAHAHA!!!! sorry sorry sorry!!! I'll try again!! i can do it! i promise!"</p><br /><p>teacher: "OK. remember, it's <span style="font-size:180%;">B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B!!!!!!!!!</span> not b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b."</p><br /><p>me: *completely loses it again* "pbbttthhh HAHAHAHA!"</p><br /><p>teacher: *gives me a weird look, like 'what is wrong with this girl?'* "oh. kay. well you'll have to practice that every day till you have it right"</p><br /><p>me: *internal wince* "sure i can do that!"</p>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-21020453402488933132009-10-31T11:10:00.017-06:002009-10-31T12:50:43.620-06:00Masquerade!October 30<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span>, MASQUERADE! i went to the school dance as Christine <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">daae</span> (die-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">yay</span>) after slaving away to make my dress for a long time, it turned out great!! thanks again mom! here's what we based the dress off of. :)<br /><span style="color:#0066cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#0066cc;"></span><br /><br /><a href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/warner_brothers/andrew_lloyd_webber_s_the_phantom_of_the_opera/emmy_rossum/phantom2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/warner_brothers/andrew_lloyd_webber_s_the_phantom_of_the_opera/emmy_rossum/phantom2.jpg" /></a><br />and here's the actual dress! we made a mask too (well my mom made it, amazing huh?!)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3iPFFZyi_WKipCJIrYhgzYogUPBJIoqppRgPDHLRw63FXni-R_DASdC43dFROj0ND1-VObti3sIaiT3yv7ldDwp3kAGhi8bgIlZxTNN6Iv5f2IWkka0843bevM17DiU1N9KHzJs5Wk6Q/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398815501059020306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3iPFFZyi_WKipCJIrYhgzYogUPBJIoqppRgPDHLRw63FXni-R_DASdC43dFROj0ND1-VObti3sIaiT3yv7ldDwp3kAGhi8bgIlZxTNN6Iv5f2IWkka0843bevM17DiU1N9KHzJs5Wk6Q/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+004.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr29T6XbLwhGOh4q1L3F9QpSnebCApYp9lNDwJE3NfBiVuC8-E8c6jvLoziqKflAXMGzVyUtumXLrNiVgNtixI296GMxcJoWNPNLRz9PhxgAwMEWiuA8cuS_sMzHiYSdduBbssYkP1SZc/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398815490010870050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr29T6XbLwhGOh4q1L3F9QpSnebCApYp9lNDwJE3NfBiVuC8-E8c6jvLoziqKflAXMGzVyUtumXLrNiVgNtixI296GMxcJoWNPNLRz9PhxgAwMEWiuA8cuS_sMzHiYSdduBbssYkP1SZc/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+003.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ykrivAQk7M3VAkjiE0cFuHuheQwyLV_q0GLTN0G44woejCFykoq9szxxtZBvvCvyziGyZuxMvxAz5nXA-t7hpGMT85AtjwCKHNi5CFnLqZofiHEC0R1pPRCi85E8htIE16Nw_af_AiM/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398815480242833906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ykrivAQk7M3VAkjiE0cFuHuheQwyLV_q0GLTN0G44woejCFykoq9szxxtZBvvCvyziGyZuxMvxAz5nXA-t7hpGMT85AtjwCKHNi5CFnLqZofiHEC0R1pPRCi85E8htIE16Nw_af_AiM/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+007.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhFwqjZfM6g_YQyyVURSyj5v_T6mSVO6xstYXeyqfCJs8fRUgelusWIuIj6jmeUGkXlv50uDfFw_fY-JhaHCrLhalQ9mjFDZRQrv6kVdn_Tjy_KtTD3_O-ZtTTb4osII-_ltiWsdiBYvw/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398815474837922418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhFwqjZfM6g_YQyyVURSyj5v_T6mSVO6xstYXeyqfCJs8fRUgelusWIuIj6jmeUGkXlv50uDfFw_fY-JhaHCrLhalQ9mjFDZRQrv6kVdn_Tjy_KtTD3_O-ZtTTb4osII-_ltiWsdiBYvw/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+006.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbAHbFtuLuq01vU2CjifVfMcqPOGdXoFWheQGLf5GsyNM7UhNxrVfjE_FJdvrtDm9AlTN07Ad91_fRzCfgVvEEphC8F_MQS2prWev96B1aLlMh2zkfAQJhQx9OvgEWTGl7DEGQIoIcmb0/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398815466672189698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbAHbFtuLuq01vU2CjifVfMcqPOGdXoFWheQGLf5GsyNM7UhNxrVfjE_FJdvrtDm9AlTN07Ad91_fRzCfgVvEEphC8F_MQS2prWev96B1aLlMh2zkfAQJhQx9OvgEWTGl7DEGQIoIcmb0/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+005.JPG" /></a><br />the dress is actually a wedding dress we found on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">KSL</span>, that we changed to be more <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">costumey</span>. it was so huge!! i couldn't fit in the car very easily <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span>, but the WORST thing was trying to go up stairs without tripping on myself. when i walked in to the dance, everyone stared at me, like seriously. it was so embarrassing! i hate everyone staring at me, but yeah, when we walked in the gym to take pictures, the whole crowd turned... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">haha</span> must have been a good costume? :P anyway it was sweltering in the ballroom where the dance was held. never been so hot in my life! but it was awesome! i could dance just fine, well mostly in that dress it turns out. i had a ton of fun! my date was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ubeeng</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kueq</span> (yeah, go ahead and try to pronounce that one :P) he's an amazing pianist, who has played with the Utah Symphony :P he practices 4 hours a day. i only wish i could practice that much!! but I'm lucky if i get one hour in :'( it's not fair! anyway yeah he so good, i don't think i should consider myself a pianist anymore...pretty much. anyway he's nice guy :) here are some pictures of us.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdPjE0tUn55gAG1V2iXxEY8MaW4jJj0nYLFR0oWrTYlbnCnytTFekg0J6O5H65YrPfHvcKuYH1KZCnvEaT9GLa7U25lLS7eRBO342EzK37HzD9rRCEOI4uwqfbpDYllLn1c1ek73D8pv4/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398819530177784530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdPjE0tUn55gAG1V2iXxEY8MaW4jJj0nYLFR0oWrTYlbnCnytTFekg0J6O5H65YrPfHvcKuYH1KZCnvEaT9GLa7U25lLS7eRBO342EzK37HzD9rRCEOI4uwqfbpDYllLn1c1ek73D8pv4/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+026.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS9h62AHiMHVGaRZ9Cp6ZYJU1KEvyDvFomDiuAXf6W556aOJpr2syPuNS12vRG1Bj2tPEUIckreEAlTQwy8PaskkTF-mQT3j6vcmIUsFnOyZk_2Ex7fsjw4Gn7T0Bhg9cdys6WeiyZNQ4/s1600-h/10-30-09+053.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398819527260802226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS9h62AHiMHVGaRZ9Cp6ZYJU1KEvyDvFomDiuAXf6W556aOJpr2syPuNS12vRG1Bj2tPEUIckreEAlTQwy8PaskkTF-mQT3j6vcmIUsFnOyZk_2Ex7fsjw4Gn7T0Bhg9cdys6WeiyZNQ4/s400/10-30-09+053.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsWqFvMuoV-MnPMXOO7fqmSlXw_5kMgCIbY2wc6zONT5tvhIib0gfAVvkO2z7_i6e4E686djQe1u1w7UWDAZxDIi1-Rfqd78wBMeaIsdIkbdhUsqdapYZuOmlTdlPxFvouhIBaFsKV3Pc/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398819517249631778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsWqFvMuoV-MnPMXOO7fqmSlXw_5kMgCIbY2wc6zONT5tvhIib0gfAVvkO2z7_i6e4E686djQe1u1w7UWDAZxDIi1-Rfqd78wBMeaIsdIkbdhUsqdapYZuOmlTdlPxFvouhIBaFsKV3Pc/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+014.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiISl0lvGQhyphenhyphenvXKdfkpySkWz-OTLakNIQQIhDCJ0HNIo7T1cxeaXyIRGnYQi084EWFVN1mSRlzGCr3eURBm9yvN-2SetMyNVCXnorETQVjvkJuaeGPR3l7xeEbDFFF-X6GDlEtdDhJKHww/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398819509467672050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiISl0lvGQhyphenhyphenvXKdfkpySkWz-OTLakNIQQIhDCJ0HNIo7T1cxeaXyIRGnYQi084EWFVN1mSRlzGCr3eURBm9yvN-2SetMyNVCXnorETQVjvkJuaeGPR3l7xeEbDFFF-X6GDlEtdDhJKHww/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+013.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMVY0_G1DQZ8Wb5K7eoJ8FsEug75At8nakSr1J-CHEjXkk5pigm_t2G2yBHcGr_9Y7ki1xKM5Fe-By1OhllO5eRoDteo7jFBKFk6qaRnvkZG1AZ4ZgRw2wgKp4Ud4UqbdrYPUM4-zYzpg/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398819503270979666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMVY0_G1DQZ8Wb5K7eoJ8FsEug75At8nakSr1J-CHEjXkk5pigm_t2G2yBHcGr_9Y7ki1xKM5Fe-By1OhllO5eRoDteo7jFBKFk6qaRnvkZG1AZ4ZgRw2wgKp4Ud4UqbdrYPUM4-zYzpg/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+012.JPG" /></a><br />as you can see it was a little awkward, but that was when no one else was there, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span> and we really didn't know each other, like I've said before :P oh well! we had fun. here's our group, we went as different movies (and in my opinion we were the cutest group, because there were about 5 groups going as cowboys and Indians! and 80's workout, and sports, SO hackneyed)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-xXL87t2Y5Y1HIVP-3l-rbBreum7pLtLwq4FEvKLpD4xAxLgN9SE-Quy4xWamFIlRue0Yb6yX5OHqs4F__D3ju5uBLOWILMa3qpOcIxQ5VcHa0u3EGQniJcvDANLu-72pyAtnTg7bl0/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+023.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398822404374197842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-xXL87t2Y5Y1HIVP-3l-rbBreum7pLtLwq4FEvKLpD4xAxLgN9SE-Quy4xWamFIlRue0Yb6yX5OHqs4F__D3ju5uBLOWILMa3qpOcIxQ5VcHa0u3EGQniJcvDANLu-72pyAtnTg7bl0/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+023.JPG" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Gerardus</span> and Sarah Jane as <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sweeny</span> Tod and Mrs. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Lovett</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLHMbp6wFGWmN51un_hy0qJ4BJn9lsCASD6lWAtRQFV5MxA0OXeP_zio2TBw7gkrGbnBKLIdx_e0Pzes_4UedccTcplnxv7zHU-WRZp5yPmfj_zWlpt1icfwENS0AOxys9839lixLUb0A/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+022.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398822395610170114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLHMbp6wFGWmN51un_hy0qJ4BJn9lsCASD6lWAtRQFV5MxA0OXeP_zio2TBw7gkrGbnBKLIdx_e0Pzes_4UedccTcplnxv7zHU-WRZp5yPmfj_zWlpt1icfwENS0AOxys9839lixLUb0A/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+022.JPG" /></a><br />Susannah and Greg as Tinkerbell and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Smee</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyfnfTwMCrUxL27bDualkpCaNPmT7tFXqCOnh2adx-hZoaFukPSrReLhA3DaEIYjpQKXn3mZeDrIIXwxj5VErRzVbeOdDIEBKd_3AgJL2VSD1TydlspT0oJ0eAWg1Ss1Lm1HhZsE_V9yw/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398822389292156754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyfnfTwMCrUxL27bDualkpCaNPmT7tFXqCOnh2adx-hZoaFukPSrReLhA3DaEIYjpQKXn3mZeDrIIXwxj5VErRzVbeOdDIEBKd_3AgJL2VSD1TydlspT0oJ0eAWg1Ss1Lm1HhZsE_V9yw/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+021.JPG" /></a><br />Amanda and Marcus as <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Elizabeth</span> Swan and Will Turner<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM9pOIkJgX0RYQrPipVvBMv7NlfHDpoWDSTcfTdE1tPHYY2b2CkiXE_qhM-dnaDmBJqC4urFMWdc_0XDW18Oqln_zcAcAyTrILrVN0g8samnzHjR5mmR-jBYdnMPmyjJc7Uy-L-9A5r-U/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398822378503034626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM9pOIkJgX0RYQrPipVvBMv7NlfHDpoWDSTcfTdE1tPHYY2b2CkiXE_qhM-dnaDmBJqC4urFMWdc_0XDW18Oqln_zcAcAyTrILrVN0g8samnzHjR5mmR-jBYdnMPmyjJc7Uy-L-9A5r-U/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+020.JPG" /></a><br />Celeste and Jeremy as <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">Galadriel</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">Frodo</span> their costumes were SO perfect <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">haha</span>, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Jeremy</span> didn't even wear shoes! and he drew hair on his feet <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">haha</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdjJCftojBcb87SKax-BruDKjnNePChoJ3E-pl9K3SW7JFC3PK7FwghiH61NsSzUhRAdgPOkVL6IXI3yXfueY_u10bIva1sZi3SD0f55f8SSFhzmNJPjAnkIxf7aSjoVv-qAdUHOA9cxU/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398822373437267090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdjJCftojBcb87SKax-BruDKjnNePChoJ3E-pl9K3SW7JFC3PK7FwghiH61NsSzUhRAdgPOkVL6IXI3yXfueY_u10bIva1sZi3SD0f55f8SSFhzmNJPjAnkIxf7aSjoVv-qAdUHOA9cxU/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+019.JPG" /></a> here's a Eliza and Sterling as Holly <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error">Golightly</span> and Paul <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error">Varjak</span> from 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' (their costumes were SPOT on too.<br /><p><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicVJzQjjPfRiW9gDTPuqJmD_BZNLNkRfe6zkAaZZINnxwj5m2GMRMVTbDl48sHU8_jV9tk91mmIIFxoFVdMZqYw0-63F7JRJ0Aby_JNF2txnOM23ha6MmeiiPK6PbjAtGR1JQ2ZUg38M8/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+025.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398825464149275394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicVJzQjjPfRiW9gDTPuqJmD_BZNLNkRfe6zkAaZZINnxwj5m2GMRMVTbDl48sHU8_jV9tk91mmIIFxoFVdMZqYw0-63F7JRJ0Aby_JNF2txnOM23ha6MmeiiPK6PbjAtGR1JQ2ZUg38M8/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+025.JPG" /></a> here are Shannon and Taylor as Queen <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error">Amidala</span> from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error">Starwars</span> and here are our group shots at my house</p><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2KwdLVKYDzMnCkZ81bKQ8obuOWXeoUeCKk9h7r4t9tfTo72J5MAo5c0JoYW1xyAYKq8_1uNaoNm74TFBnAE72NOLnJPO5nP4qom2RQtwQG6HZ5RRTzxI9a17JCJo6-i1bORoT42k2KeY/s1600-h/10-30-09+060.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398826348430486018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2KwdLVKYDzMnCkZ81bKQ8obuOWXeoUeCKk9h7r4t9tfTo72J5MAo5c0JoYW1xyAYKq8_1uNaoNm74TFBnAE72NOLnJPO5nP4qom2RQtwQG6HZ5RRTzxI9a17JCJo6-i1bORoT42k2KeY/s400/10-30-09+060.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3ydrwk4JojCWHwCU1ogHQmW22zl7ne6_une1XComAj9Qye80IJDeBmE6T4_GairgIdIjOT0QWWZKeGDvOh56x7yjbAkaJBmaTktbKs3dceENlrJLNbgp0nd1BPXD5iRXeXJ3QiYDTyM/s1600-h/10-30-09+057.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398826344080879522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3ydrwk4JojCWHwCU1ogHQmW22zl7ne6_une1XComAj9Qye80IJDeBmE6T4_GairgIdIjOT0QWWZKeGDvOh56x7yjbAkaJBmaTktbKs3dceENlrJLNbgp0nd1BPXD5iRXeXJ3QiYDTyM/s400/10-30-09+057.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqEBWfRb3ssUPrt9V6uNzntUEGMUZ74d843ISABR0GyNKKh7wTE5SNNr7sUXA8AoVdzm0ISnu-xHTjE7OzHyK4Sn7UcwLieb0tiCrakM6mZmaYPmb-Qeg_Q3UrUxiXWhQy-eSrR_h6itY/s1600-h/10-30-09+056.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398826333329097490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqEBWfRb3ssUPrt9V6uNzntUEGMUZ74d843ISABR0GyNKKh7wTE5SNNr7sUXA8AoVdzm0ISnu-xHTjE7OzHyK4Sn7UcwLieb0tiCrakM6mZmaYPmb-Qeg_Q3UrUxiXWhQy-eSrR_h6itY/s400/10-30-09+056.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGHNEcEMV8IEKbTdp50YnTGdJC74aN-12OV1BLtWDUsIvauAvCJmao7-BiZSwOLDrWkKCzuwx7Erw-Tqt8NRmRFxaGX7acNXz6R_eXRhZdEkgW-Y0LWyP69g3ALDuBk9eHjfqg91oxeTQ/s1600-h/10-30-09+055.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398826325500540114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGHNEcEMV8IEKbTdp50YnTGdJC74aN-12OV1BLtWDUsIvauAvCJmao7-BiZSwOLDrWkKCzuwx7Erw-Tqt8NRmRFxaGX7acNXz6R_eXRhZdEkgW-Y0LWyP69g3ALDuBk9eHjfqg91oxeTQ/s400/10-30-09+055.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWo0WtF4LfRLmdmeW1XKFi-8khpC5iFm4WVgKLTUb40DEp-vFiv4or-_G1T2pBzby7Yk-Dehgwu00A5ylwIJz8C-BBcf-6c_yauSRgcCH9fBR27-YV3dplDyTPsYxdwM-bjl7_gBXe9Wg/s1600-h/10-30-09+054.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398826320882837634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWo0WtF4LfRLmdmeW1XKFi-8khpC5iFm4WVgKLTUb40DEp-vFiv4or-_G1T2pBzby7Yk-Dehgwu00A5ylwIJz8C-BBcf-6c_yauSRgcCH9fBR27-YV3dplDyTPsYxdwM-bjl7_gBXe9Wg/s400/10-30-09+054.JPG" /></a><br /><br />and here's us eating dinner :P i might as well post them all :D my mom set the table REALLY fancy.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjds0KP-v6m8E3_Tp8cRmLYVkQhpr-i2XdPQeuyKbpYmTQ3w01-KJ7sDjDJkvqTAeU3zPJJxAcb-tcyUlYzA2-j8bfDPasUxqQFidaZI0MXgrSrdqZCmATPbZjKREI-VsCiPeGvIKs-3_k/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+031.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398828591813856754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSaERwHn8WINJiTmj5VTYx_DSZ890yZnBAiefuNwESB4nTBNGHE9GKRWaaUaK3xspBdgckO8ArWSgtSxNNzQo4pFRkdlYfrQ01GixHDpF4SYfZv3NQQpxZT6YgcyD8LS3C-1x-cgWs46M/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+029.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWW84rUtyFjOi0TMUaRuxbLiDjeNVnptsAUbyB5P6hmniBsLpLoB3o5R7NHZ30deZBJyNAdZPegZ5Yn0ZfCiue67dVtsPCdKUvcbUDaBxgpG4y6xwCOTg8-NkHTDKE0bAAeZ1AC9yc-wI/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+028.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398828581881113218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWW84rUtyFjOi0TMUaRuxbLiDjeNVnptsAUbyB5P6hmniBsLpLoB3o5R7NHZ30deZBJyNAdZPegZ5Yn0ZfCiue67dVtsPCdKUvcbUDaBxgpG4y6xwCOTg8-NkHTDKE0bAAeZ1AC9yc-wI/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+028.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXssohd49rv4kP6uf1daITtkHFa2fL6e232K2_L6hjvFm4Mjzrt0S8pvboBHouwUj8wEXrV6ugKoY8NiipITCBf9jlh-BCY1ZVSHFijJQO-qNddvsDfWfwE-aeXokk-vyqHBHzU_OF5XA/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+027.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398828574276405058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXssohd49rv4kP6uf1daITtkHFa2fL6e232K2_L6hjvFm4Mjzrt0S8pvboBHouwUj8wEXrV6ugKoY8NiipITCBf9jlh-BCY1ZVSHFijJQO-qNddvsDfWfwE-aeXokk-vyqHBHzU_OF5XA/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+027.JPG" /></a><br /><br />We ate chicken cordon <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error">bleu</span> which was SO delicious! and spinach salad, and really good rice, and the most delicious rolls! and for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">dessert</span> we had chocolate mousse, SO perfect! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error">mmm</span> :D but one of the coolest things about the dinner was what C<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error">eleste's</span> dad made. it was a GREAT idea <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">because</span> if we hadn't done it, i <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">reckon</span> it would've been p<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error">retty</span> quiet and awkward ;) so what he did, was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">create</span> a mystery story, using the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">characters</span> we dressed up as, just like clue. it was amazing! we all got parts of what happened in the evening, then we had to try to figure out who killed '<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error">mr</span>. body' <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error">haha</span>. we all thought it was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error">smee</span>!!! but it turned out to be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error">darth</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error">vadar</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span>. it was really cool! there was a map and list of things found on his body and EVERYTHING! it really rocked. :D well that's all <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> going to say for now, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">because</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I've</span> now spent an hour posting this :P and i didn't get home last night till 3:30 bye !<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>**BTW! click on the pictures to see them bigger :)**</strong></span>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-48493196443623182842009-10-21T17:56:00.004-06:002009-10-21T18:18:44.311-06:00randomness, because that's all i have time foryou may want to blame cheer for this, but for once it's not cheer that is making me busy! it's my AP classes. they expect so much it's crazy! and on top of that i have my own piano practicing to do every day, plus teaching two lessons, and going to young <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">women's</span>. when you put several hours of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">homework</span> on top of that, it <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">isn't</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pleasant</span>. plus <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I've</span> been super worried about masquerade ugh. for many many reasons that i won't go into. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I've</span> been actually having nightmares about it O.o... but yeah some of it is my fault. like asking someone that i have never spoken to (well NOW i have, once, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span> he is a really nice guy) so i hope it doesn't turn awkward. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span> it probably will, but whatever. right now, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> listening to music (dashboard by modest mouse) and thinking about various art projects <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> working on in school<br />i just finished one, a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">series</span> of pictures, using various mediums, of a pepper, in various positions :P here they are, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span> you are allowed to laugh<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoCBd_2duxCRCPvePHot2RhzIzb5Lol96WETlVAElvfeCVQtCrS2Uao0hyJ-RAnycTiXLuXYvKiKCtjKexPaFmp6ukWMlw74xLJXbo-4UDQEvZS3YdGvdK449474KBr-4IgpOfm466TXk/s1600-h/pepper,+colage.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395210462152623458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoCBd_2duxCRCPvePHot2RhzIzb5Lol96WETlVAElvfeCVQtCrS2Uao0hyJ-RAnycTiXLuXYvKiKCtjKexPaFmp6ukWMlw74xLJXbo-4UDQEvZS3YdGvdK449474KBr-4IgpOfm466TXk/s400/pepper,+colage.jpg" /></a> this one is done with tissue paper.... (and yes i took these pictures with my phone and am too lazy to make straight, so tough beans)<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqbXWFfBqi4PffOA_7ECoxgGTttpXcGtK7dZ3XzXLKfQqyY7sEl4Ee5Yynr9sJTteVlC2YYu0y8gEmVPE9D2ur2Olsab1Cr5WXttKB9CCx_mNx51aVHNMyP090Jf5pR_M0H2qSTTRCQ_M/s1600-h/pepper+watercolor.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395210457815254450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqbXWFfBqi4PffOA_7ECoxgGTttpXcGtK7dZ3XzXLKfQqyY7sEl4Ee5Yynr9sJTteVlC2YYu0y8gEmVPE9D2ur2Olsab1Cr5WXttKB9CCx_mNx51aVHNMyP090Jf5pR_M0H2qSTTRCQ_M/s400/pepper+watercolor.jpg" /></a> this is my first attempt at water color ever, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span> so bear with me, (but tom says it's the best of all of them <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span>)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9YT1bmfDpzzhf9-d6spXQc-bPqIBkuVEpZthjplMbSlQp7ie6V7CrQLZMIKdSRyi34QjnkEwuZLqTWWsiDpiIxYOYGkR4SczhvV1QtHlEbtz1EZnv93jzwM5G9mzMH2LG1SEFmwtw_WY/s1600-h/pepper+oil+pastel.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395210451488224818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9YT1bmfDpzzhf9-d6spXQc-bPqIBkuVEpZthjplMbSlQp7ie6V7CrQLZMIKdSRyi34QjnkEwuZLqTWWsiDpiIxYOYGkR4SczhvV1QtHlEbtz1EZnv93jzwM5G9mzMH2LG1SEFmwtw_WY/s400/pepper+oil+pastel.jpg" /></a><br />here's oil pastel<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTGL989uRhEVDFUf1BXO_QpnkJM5aCSORWEuIcrx1i_GEx0uqEyE9LcUBvNRZbH9nUAvV0InURH1Gum0kPHkTiotDh2QzEn25jgfNOawi5OL7S9tP5hk4N08mZvtYYL9Qb8uLvEX1WRp4/s1600-h/pepper+colored+pencil.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395210447121460402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTGL989uRhEVDFUf1BXO_QpnkJM5aCSORWEuIcrx1i_GEx0uqEyE9LcUBvNRZbH9nUAvV0InURH1Gum0kPHkTiotDh2QzEn25jgfNOawi5OL7S9tP5hk4N08mZvtYYL9Qb8uLvEX1WRp4/s400/pepper+colored+pencil.jpg" /></a> and here's colored pencil<br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395210446440933394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq4wmTwX3lEk9eoB13kAXV-EmLk5M_63KbYJDSsXKXCYzHB56JfnAdcGONFn6zU9dnGKKlaI7M8nqGxNpqE7PZAS9CeQfgT3SrFKbS_Cz2dJrwcUPg-htfGadtMMYYSalU-55z6My-Qqk/s400/pepper+chalk+pastel.jpg" /></div></div><br /></div><p align="center">this beauty is chalk pastel</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">NOTE: this pepper started smelling REALLY bad after the first week; </p><p></p>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-13803083540436161392009-10-15T15:06:00.003-06:002009-10-15T15:53:14.682-06:00k seriously i am so busyhomecoming! crazy week! there were cheer practices every day and i had to get up at 5:45 for them :( so i had no sleep, plus 4 ap classes, and two honors, i have been swamped. i was pretty bummed that i wasn't going to homecoming, all my friends were, but now i get a chance at masquerade, because it's girl's choice. i asked this kid named ubeeng ( you say it ooo bee ong.... i think.... hm i should probably make sure of that first...) but idk if i should've asked him after all. cause i don't know him really, just from a far; a hello in passing, a good job after the assembly. but my friend said he wanted to go to homecoming, but was too busy, so i thought maybe he wanted to be asked to masquerade? well whatever, what's done is done, and lol he sorta already replied (but he lost some of my respect for his way of replying. well a lot actually. i mean come on!) he told my friend to tell me yes, but that's stupid! i slaved over how to ask him, and trying to! i went to his house to ask him, but couldn't find it, and me and my friends spent FOREVER looking. but i eventually worked it out, asking him at school. i got one of my friends to give him a stick of butter with no note, just telling him he needed it, then in the next class another of my friends gave him a bag of popcorn, with a note saying "i just wanted to butter you up before i popped the question, will you go to masquerade with me?" (yeah cheesy but whatever *shrug*) i don't really like this kid though, not in any way to pursue further dates, i don't actually know him, but i hope all goes well! My group is going as movie themes, and i want to do phantom of the opera, i hope he'll agree with that :P he's an awesome pianist, and makes me feel like nothing compared to him, but i try not to think about that, it makes me so jealous.Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-90994439630509619022009-08-30T22:03:00.004-06:002009-09-13T20:01:06.730-06:00summer break is over, for this blogwell my unintended vacation from this blog, is ofically over. i just wrote a memoir about living in new york, and i'm quite proud of it :) i hope you enjoy. lol sorry em, i didn't really put you in there. i couldn't fit everything i wanted, it's already waaay long. and there's so much i left out! well here goes, enjoy, and i hope you read all of it! also, this is the new and improved one, that i spent 4 hours rewriting<br />.<br />An Adventure…<br />When I was a small girl, and my family went through a hard-hitting divorce, we didn’t know how we’d make it. My mom did interior design work with her sister for years, but never had schooling, and decided we should leave Salt Lake, for hectic New York City, with 6 kids, and a cat. We got a moving truck, piled in our furniture, leased out our big suburban house in Sandy and lifted off, ready for an adventure.<br /><br /><br />Launch, in 10, 9, 8….<br />We massed ourselves, including our cat, Shadow, into the Land Cruiser, with our duffel bags. I think if we put so much as one more finger in the car, it would explode in a mushroom cloud of clothes, car parts, and redheads. We drove three, 12-hour days to get there. As a five-year-old I was stunned by the world outside our valley. I had only ever gone to the California beach once or twice, but those memories blurred. This, my first time really outside of Utah, made the world seem like a different planet. I didn’t know how lush the world could look, compared to dry, shrubby, Utah. I propped my eyes open, and gawked at the foreign greenness.<br /><br /><br />The Firehouse…<br />Our first house in New York happened to be an old firehouse converted to a duplex. We arrived very late, and I only have glimpses of my first look at the firehouse; I remember seeing, over someone’s shoulder, a white house, turned dark blue in the night, as someone carried me inside, more than half asleep. We had a week before our furniture would appear, so we spent the first night with duffel bag pillows, and wood floor mattresses. The next morning, women from our new church somehow knew just what we needed; they brought us real mattresses, pillows, breakfast, and anything else we could think of. I can’t imagine lasting another night on the hard wood, even with my young body.<br /><br /><br />Culture Shock…<br />The people there were strikingly different than Utahans; fast paced, always with somewhere to go. I had to run to keep up with my mom, in the strong current of downtown New York’s bustling sidewalks. People spoke loudly, and paid no attention to what others thought. In the city, I saw sidewalk artists, musicians, and vendors, pedaling shiny trinkets, and yelling out to the world exactly why everyone needed to buy their particular merchandise. I saw People like I’d never seen before, with clothes and hairstyles new to me, especially at school. Everyone in my family was in school except my little sister Hannah, two years away from kindergarten. She went to a full time day care, which seemed a little sketchy in New York… but what else could we do? I attended day care with her, until I started kindergarten. One morning while my mom did Hannah’s hair for daycare, Hannah asked “Why can’t I have little pony tails all over my head, like Shaquille in my class?” The children in school spoke in different ways than I knew from home, but deep down, as kids, we related not through words, but simpler things. We all knew the same basic games, and got along just fine. My older siblings, like extra parents, were old enough to help watch us, make dinner, and tidy up the house (somewhat, being high-schoolers).<br /><br /><br />Keeping Busy…<br />We stayed in the firehouse for a year, before we found a new place in Scarsdale, just outside the city. But during a transition period that summer, we had to move out of the firehouse, and couldn’t move into our Scarsdale house, so we stayed in the Hampton Inn, which was the most exciting thing I could imagine doing at that time. Two months of swimming in a pool everyday, our beds made by someone else, and little strawberry candies left on the pillows, like a reward for messing up the beds. I became friends with all the staff, who gave Hannah and me, freshly baked chocolate-chip cookies in the evenings, warm and melty in our hands. But after a couple weeks, swimming in the pool didn’t seem so fun, and kids’ shows were a rarity on TV. Then my mom brought home a project we could all work on during the day to keep busy: a doll house kit. But not some plastic Barbie dream home. No, this was the real McCoy. Just like doll houses you see in museums, or books, where it’s all wood, every miniature piece perfectly carved and painted; even equipped for lighting. Yes, we built a mini mansion, complete with four floors, a deck, and an add-on bathroom and kitchen. The doll house really belonged to me and my little sister, but it kept my older brothers busy painting little wooden pieces, and carefully gluing them into place. We even got a miniature piano that would play Für Elise when wound. Hannah and I, so eager for it’s finish, couldn’t wait to start playing in it. Oddly, we refused to play with the actual human dolls, instead choosing to play with our animal figures, as people.<br /><br /><br />Pure Magic…<br />After the summer in the hotel, we moved to the verdant suburbs of Scarsdale. There I saw a display of the night that has stayed with and stands out to me, even after all these years: the sight of fireflies. On humid summer nights, they would come drifting out of nowhere, slowly blinking a yellow-green radiance in the twilight. Unlike any other bug I’d seen before; they did not flit and dart in startling patterns, crashing in to anyone or anything, but gently coasted through the air, a glowing mist. If you tried to catch one, it would speed up, just enough to evade your outstretched hand, but after a few tries, I nabbed one, and peeked at it through the hole I made with my thumb, in my small clenched fist.<br /><br /><br />On the Road Again…<br />Before I knew it, the time to drive back to Salt Lake City came, my mother’s two years of school completed. This time, we drove the moving truck back ourselves. I remember sitting with Hannah, making faces and elaborate hand signals to the other semi-truck drivers. We thought we had what qualified us as real truckers, and acted like it too. The men driving the semi-trucks smiled at us and honked their thunderous horns in return.<br /><br /><br />We Have Landed…<br />Being back in Utah was strange at first. We moved into our old house, with our old friends and neighbors right there to welcome us back. This made it seem like we hadn’t even left; I caught up with my friends in about 5 minutes, and started playing our same games, as if nothing had changed. My slight New York accent faded, and I started second grade. But New York has always stayed with me, even if I don’t show it. I can smell the subway’s distinct smell, picture the constellations on the ceiling of Grand Central, and see the boats on the Hudson River. I learned about another whole culture and I am determined to never let this part of my life slip away.Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-685527079451920662009-04-13T13:20:00.002-06:002009-04-13T13:31:09.773-06:00moms say the darndest thingshere are some of my all time favorite quotes from my mom. keep in mind, these weren't necessarily on purpose<br /><br />"for crapping out loud!"<br /><br />"listen to my eyes! look into my ears!"<br /><br />*we're at the mall, and she tries to get my attention by saying 'HEY!' and 'HELLO!' at the same time, so it just comes out "HELL!!!.......O!" (she's pointing at my face, thank-you-very-much) *me and Hannah gasp*, 'you swore!!!!!!"<br /><br />*she looks at the back yard* there is diarrhea everywhere!!! *me and Hannah 'whoa tmi, you didn't have to say that, you could've just told tom to pick it up' *her scowling* "these are just words because I'm upset by it"<br /><br />"Caroline you're going to have to turn your music down, because some people have to use the bathroom"- ha ha let me explain about that one, lol she concentrating on telling Hannah to go to bed, going to take Maggie outside to do her business, and they came out together.Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-64222405932071701442009-03-26T15:55:00.002-06:002009-03-26T16:22:25.124-06:00in too deepso my friend Heidi, (this is like beginning of January) smiled at this boy, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ranjit</span> (Tibetan boy, just came over from India, 18 years old, doesn't speak very good English, or understand it that well, for that matter. pretty sweet though, really awkward to be around. but he has good intentions), in the hall one time, then he found out what all her classes were, and gave her this valentine, and it was like "my heart is full of love for you ever since i first saw you" and "i love you" and "i love you for who you are" and "you're the most beautiful girl in the world". and attached, there was a really cool black and white yarn bracelet that he got in India. and it smelled like cologne, not that that's really relevant, but whatever. then i told her "if you accept it, you're probably agreeing go marry him ,in his country" and she just laughed, and blew it off. but it turns out<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">....................</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">i was right.....................</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br />ha ha well not quite marriage, but it means they're like major going out. like pinned, going steady, whatever. and they hardly know each other. but we just found this out today, and it's been since what? Valentine's day? Feb 14? like a month and a half!? so he calls her all day, from any phone with in his reach, and he's wondering if she's mad at him, cause she's sorta avoiding him. not cause she's mad, but because it's so awkward to be around him! so he was all worried, and we now know what his deal was. now the only problem is to figure out how to.... deal... with this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">appropriately</span>...Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-40189388420627949432009-03-06T18:45:00.005-07:002009-03-06T21:01:09.312-07:002 random liststop three celebrities that I'd run away with, in order of hottness<br /><ol><li>Taylor Lautner (tied with #2 actually)</li><li>William Moseley</li><li>Rob Pattinson (...maybe... it depends)</li></ol><p>funny slang terms</p><ul><li><strong>Vomitose</strong>- means something is so gross you vomit until you are in a comatose state </li><li><strong>Dejabrew</strong>- much like deja vu, dejabrew is when you start to remember things you did last night while drinking an excessive amount of beer. (not that i use that one, it just makes me laugh)</li><li><strong>WAF</strong>- wife acceptance factor</li><li><strong>LOL theory</strong>- he theory that the Internet phrase lol,meaning "laugh out loud", can be placed at any part in any sentence and make said sentence lose all credibility and seriousness</li><li><strong>carcolepsy</strong>- a condition affecting people who fall asleep as soon as the car starts moving (lol i seriously have this one)</li><li><strong>prostiboots</strong>- boots that are leather, highheeled, and thigh high just like ones found on a prostitute</li><li><strong>bale out</strong>- when someone's stress level explodes to an epic proportion and a 5-minute f-bomb-laden tirade is unleashed on the unlucky soul who was in the wrong place at the wrong time -- much like Christian Bale on the T4 set.</li><li><strong>Baby Goggles</strong>- A phenomenon where the parents of an ugly baby think their baby is adorable and no one else does. </li><li><strong>kthxbi!!-</strong>k, thanks, bye</li><li><strong>kitchenheimer-</strong> When you're in the kitchen going around in circles because you can't remember what you were doing there</li><li><strong>overchicked-</strong> When a not-so-good-looking guy lands a chick that's way more attractive than he is.</li><li><strong>acidemic bulimia-</strong> The process of learning or memorizing by rote, subsequently followed by the regurgitation of that knowledge onto an exam answer sheet. Just as with the serious eating disorder, this form of bulimia results in no real retention of substance. (hello, everything i learn in school)</li><li><strong>designated texter</strong>- a passenger who reads and replies to any and all text messages received on the drivers phone, thus allowing the driver to focus on the road and not hit anything or get pulled over for reckless driving. (this is what i use while driving, if there is a passenger)</li><li><strong>requestion-</strong> requesting something indirectly by way of a question note: this is distinguished from a regular question because the answer is usually obvious<br /><blockquote>"are those peanut m&m's?" (requestion) "yes, would you like some?" "yeah" </blockquote></li><li><strong>manicorn-</strong> a mythical male creature who is successful (pursuing his passion and can pay his electric bills/rent), funny, chivalrous, masculine (not chauvinistic), adventurous, artistic (not suicidal). aka the perfect man</li></ul>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-73944112324364663952009-03-04T17:49:00.006-07:002009-03-04T18:26:19.676-07:0010 things i hate or am annoyed with<ol><li>just now? playing ski free and not being able to avoid the abominable snowman!!! no matter what!!! stupid ending!!!! </li><li>getting home from school, and there's not really any good snack food</li><li>DRM-locked media (for those of you who don't know what that means, it's why you can't use itunes music on any other computer, but the one you download it on basically CURSE YOU iTUNES)</li><li>adults using slang wrong (although it CAN be highly entertaining given the situation. like telling tom random phrases, but not what it means, so he goes around using them. our next project: I'd tap that. jk lol it's almost too cruel)</li><li>slow computers, enough said</li><li>people reading over my shoulder when I'm on the computer</li><li>when you say a crazy idea totally joking, then everyone around you thinks it's actually a good idea and forces you to do it (don't ask)</li><li>boys</li><li>the song "hey mickey you're so fine..."</li><li>songs sung by men, using really really REALLY high falsetto voice (s) yes I'm talking to YOU "staying alive", and "i shot the sheriff"</li></ol>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-29295246228116333942009-01-27T15:31:00.003-07:002009-01-27T15:54:56.087-07:00que sera seraQUE SERA SERA<br /><br />if you don't know what it means, look it up<br /><br />i find myself having a hard time typing, but very content. life is good :P eventhough it's cold enough outside to freeze the balls off a brass monkey (that doesn't come from what you think it does, so i feel fine saying it. it comes from something in a ship they used to hold cannon balls in). i wore a dress to school today, against my better judgment (do i even HAVE any??) and seriously froze solid walking to abs grandma's house. i've been indoors for about an hour now though, and still my hands are not thawed out... so ty[ing is really hard... as you can see. i have the best dress ever to wear to the basketball game. yup that right i'm wearing a dress to the basketball game. it's the 'outclass highland' (out biggest rival) game, where everyone from east wears ghetto fancy stuff, and everyone at highland dresses to 'freak east'... it can get pretty scary... their colors are black and white, and they go ALL OUT with the facepaint... but i'm exctied. i barrowed a ghetto dress from the dance costume room, a ballet dress. it's going to be awesome :)<br /><br />here's whta 'freak east' looks like<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN2CJo5Bs2f4OOMt5BwEeYvRFpOaG6PFJ76BlSVgsxWIAD91KSpW_ZarZi_VZAexIjdi8pVjgkkGcwmyLd5jr6AKAOTgDBUPIHw1nb3X2IszzQDR35ZvFIl0_XvUysSqqfJSELSOZav1E/s1600-h/frek_east3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN2CJo5Bs2f4OOMt5BwEeYvRFpOaG6PFJ76BlSVgsxWIAD91KSpW_ZarZi_VZAexIjdi8pVjgkkGcwmyLd5jr6AKAOTgDBUPIHw1nb3X2IszzQDR35ZvFIl0_XvUysSqqfJSELSOZav1E/s400/frek_east3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296110679301362738" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtJZsfM9Kl2Jz76A4-IR6d5tBGqoDWIIT_E4s4kH3iT8OzHN5ZahLQ3aeQ78dwmIv2WoH-0dUmy_MLykmS-Mumf-fjNhMEWtOMmljQyIffi6ttniqlQJhii7YK10xxk8LWPlrTKuuUSo/s1600-h/freak_east2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtJZsfM9Kl2Jz76A4-IR6d5tBGqoDWIIT_E4s4kH3iT8OzHN5ZahLQ3aeQ78dwmIv2WoH-0dUmy_MLykmS-Mumf-fjNhMEWtOMmljQyIffi6ttniqlQJhii7YK10xxk8LWPlrTKuuUSo/s400/freak_east2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296110674743310386" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr8quwfleYqwGJO6Tn7bmb9LMmnZs6P801CZC_trGs1kw_OKR1qsZB8ZSM3cTNQUIYUco2HccZYY0e612SdvW-oe0GY00__npGlbNhzFbgFiwcJvPaWf_VmTn7cMPYUx1sgiBnuQAbm7g/s1600-h/freak_east.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr8quwfleYqwGJO6Tn7bmb9LMmnZs6P801CZC_trGs1kw_OKR1qsZB8ZSM3cTNQUIYUco2HccZYY0e612SdvW-oe0GY00__npGlbNhzFbgFiwcJvPaWf_VmTn7cMPYUx1sgiBnuQAbm7g/s400/freak_east.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296110671777693634" /></a>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-18014323300295949212009-01-12T17:24:00.002-07:002009-01-12T17:26:36.854-07:00snake game :)<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.planetvids.com/adotube//player/APL.swf" width="496" height="372" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" quality="high" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="autoStart=0&avid=883elcmefxvz&csname=Planetvids%2Ecom"></embed><br /><br /><br /> or if that doesn't work: http://www.planetvids.com/nerdy-videos/5859/Snake-Game-Played-On-Windows/Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304noreply@blogger.com0