Blog Number Thirty-Five: Favorite Season

My absolute favorite season is fall. It's not too cold and not too hot. Plus, everything seems to turn a more beautiful color...

Blog Number Thirty-Four: Free Type

Passion Of The Ocean

Like the ocean so wide and powerful with its waves rolling in and crashing against
The rocks
With the same force as my admiration towards the man I want to get to know
I want to know and feel his strength, and feel the power of his touch, crashing against
My soul
I want to feel his passions his desires and the dreams he has
Like the waters that go on
Forever and ever
I want to feel his tender touch caressing every inch of my body like the kiss of the sun over the ocean horizon,
Faithfully each morning
I want him to know that with each and ever word spoken is like a ripple that spreads throughout the deepest waters in
My heart
For the day is coming closer and the nights are getting longer in the desire
To be near you
I dream of that moment when the waters of the ocean and the rocks of the cliffs finally meet
In a storm of passion,
His every touch will be like a soft caress to the rocks of the cliffs below
With each encounter will be like the waters stirring under the ocean so deep
With each kiss will be like a storm building furiously down beneath the earth
And deep down beneath my soul
And when the time comes for him to take my heart my soul and my body and make love to me
It will be like a wild storm out of control
With each touch, caress, and kiss he bestows upon me, will be like
Giant waves
Crashing vigorously with so much power and so much strength against the rocks,
Just like nature intended it to be
And just like I want him to completely take me
Then like the calm after the stormI want to lie in his arms and hear
The pounding of his heart
Like the ocean waves
Calming and soothing
To my
Soul

By: Alex Hunter

Blog Number Thirty-Three: Favorite Book

My favorite book is Dolores Claiborne by Stephen King. I love all the work by Stephen King, but this book especially stands out to me.

"Husbands die every day, Dolores. Why... one is probably dying right now while you're sitting here weeping. They die... and leave their wives their money. I should know, shouldn't I? Sometimes they're driving home from their mistress' aparment and their brakes suddenly fail."

"Sometimes you have to be a high-riding b*tch to survive. Sometimes being a b*tch is all a woman has to hold onto."

Blog Number Thirty-Two: Burglar and Facebook

I think this guy is a complete idiot, to be honest. Who goes to rob a house and decides while they're there, "Oh, I'll just check my Facebook."? That is so asinine. He deserves whatever sentence he may recieve and then some.

Blog Number Thirty-One: Free Type

Your close friends become strangers. Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Soda becomes vodka. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst thing you could get from boys were cooties? Dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth and mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings? Race issues were about who ran the fastest? The only drug you knew was cough medicine? Wearing a skirt didn't make you a slut? The only thing that hurt you was skinned knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?--And we couldn't wait to grow up.

Blog Number Thirty: Gun Case Sentencing

I disagree with the sentencing he recieved.

Blog Number Twenty-Nine: Free Type

I was filling out an application for something on a website, and I was asked my opinion on a few topics. On the few topics I had to write on, I thought my opinion on this particular topic was the strongest, therefore, I wanted to post it.

Freedom of Expression:

The synonymous term Freedom of Expression is sometimes used to indicate not only freedom of verbal speech but any act of seeking, receiving, and imparting information or ideas, regardless of the medium used. Freedom of Expression does the following: It helps an individual to attain self-fulfillment. It assists in the discovery of truth; It strengthens the capacity of an individual in participating in decision-making; It provides a mechanism by which it would be possible to establish a reasonable balance between stability and social change; It allows all members of society to be able to form their own beliefs and communicate them freely to others. Freedom of Expression is extremely important in this world today. If we were to lose it, who would we be? We'd be no one. Without our opinions and the right to express them, we no longer exist as people.

Blog Number Twenty-Eight: Car

I really like the Ferrari 458 Italia.

Blog Number Tweny-Seven: Favorite Beverage

It's a tie. I really love Coke, but I also love sweet tea. Both are quiet delicious.

Blog Number Twenty-Six: Free Type

I'm a real artist. Give me a canvas, and I'll give you art.

Blog Number Twenty-Five: Sorry

It's difficult for me to apologize because I hate admitting that I'm wrong.

Blog Number Twenty-Four: Current Events

I'm actually not that up-to-date on current events. The only time I watch the news is in the morning when I glance at it because my grandparents are watching it.

Blog Number Twenty-Three: Free Type

Porphyria’s Lover by Robert Browning
The rain set early in tonight,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
and did its worst to vex the lake:
I listened with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soiled gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side And called me.
When no voice replied,
She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread, o’er all, her yellow hair,
Murmuring how she loved me—she
Too weak, for all her heart’s endeavor,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me forever.
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could tonight’s gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:
So, she was come through wind and rain.
Be sure I looked up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshiped me: surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good:
I found A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her.
No pain felt she; I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily oped her lids: again
Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
And I untightened next the tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:
I propped her head up as before
Only, this time my shoulder bore
Her head, which droops upon it still:
The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
That all it scorned at once is fled,
And I, its love, am gained instead!
Porphyria’s love: she guessed not how
Her darling one wish would be heard.
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirred,
And yet God has not said a word!

Blog Number Twenty-Two: Admire

I believe the person I admire most is my grandmother. She's an amazing woman who never lets anything stop her. She's also a breast cancer survivor. I've never seen someone as strong as her, and I aspire to be like her one day.

Blog Number Twenty-One: Free Type

"I wanted movement and not a calm course of exsistance. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love. I felt in myself a superabundance of energy which found no outlet in our quiet life."
-Tolstoy

Blog Number Twenty: Accomplishment

I believe that my biggest accomplishment so far has been when I won third place in an art show for one of my photography pieces.

Blog Number Nineteen: Free Type

I spent most of my weekend Homecoming dress shopping. I didn't get the dress I originally wanted, but I did get a dress I really like. Now all I have to do is order the accessories and make my appointments for hair, nails, ect. I'm really excited for Homecoming.

Blog Number Eighteen: Spender or Saver

When it comes to money, I'm definently a spender. I can't save money to save my life.

Blog Number Seventeen: Universal Health Care

I believe that the government should provide us citizens with medical insurance coverage, but I believe we should also get the choice of which healthcare provider we choose.

Blog Number Sixteen: Free Type

Nobody wins when everyone's losing...
It's like one step forward
And two steps back.
No matter what I do
You're always mad.
And I,
I can't change your mind.
It's like trying to turn around on a one-way street.
I can't give you what you want
And it's killing me.
And I,
I'm starting to see,
Maybe we're not meant to be.

-Not Meant to Be by Theory of a Deadman