I've been researching some stuff to make sure the make-up brands I've been using are animal-friendly. I found some scary stuff I wanted to share.
This all really does make you shiver. But it isn't near as scary for us as it is for these animals.
I would give you more videos to watch, but most of them are unbearable.
These animals are so innocent.
(Don't worry, this one is bearable but sad)
Free them.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
SO. Dare I tell you.
Hello internet! I haven't posted on you in a very long time because I have a secret! I am going to create a new blog. More like have already created. Not to replace this one but to discuss another side of me, health, which I'm sure if I discussed on here along with my writing and activism it would be too much for any brain. And I want all of you to keep good working brains because I like reading your blogs. ANYHOW. I hope you all will be eagerly anticipating a link to this VERY interesting new blog and I can promise you your brain will not be disappointed!
While you wait eagerly please enjoy this video. Because the dog really does look like it is smiling.
While you wait eagerly please enjoy this video. Because the dog really does look like it is smiling.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Everything!!!
Okay... Today I have kind of a lot to post about!
First, I want to give you all another peek at my novel!
Here goes...!!!
Chapter 48: Anna
I curl up in the chair outside her room. I am always crying now. I can’t stop. The tears just stream constantly. Because no matter how happy I am my baby sister is still in a coma. The rough fabric of the hospital chair absorbs my fitful tears. I have no one. Out here. through all of this. I have me. They don’t even talk to me anymore, my school friends, I mean. When I stopped being shallow and vain and fake they stopped being there. Here. Supporting me.
I am so alone in this world.
And it scares me. And I stare at the plaid fabric, blurry through my cascading sorrow. How much I just don’t care about anything but Abby. And Alice. And healing.
Footsteps walk towards me.
I stay curled in a ball. Because tears would blind me anyway. And he hugs me. But I don’t even know them.The arms. Wiry and white. But I stay frozen, in the warmth of an awkward hug.
Chapter 49: Alice
George left. Me. I woke up and my fuzzy vision revealed his absence.
I am scared.
He’s never left before.
And after that weird popular girl came.
The one I was matched with.
She came, I guess, but I was asleep and then I woke up and it was really scary because she was so weak and that is not how she is supposed to look. She is one of those flawless girls. And now, though I try not to be, I am scared for her.
Chapter 50: Anna
The wiry kid is the same one as the one in Alice’s room and he just sat down next to me and he is about to say something and thoughts race thorugh my mind. My heart pounds. Questions. But why is he here?
“Hi.” He says it as if it is the most normal thing in the world. Because it should be. But nothing is normal in these hallways. And he continues, his pale face and red as blood lips barely moving as he enunciates perfectly. “I am Alice’s older brother.” I had wondered. Who the thin boy was. because he was thin. So thin. He still is. I guess I am too. It is so hard to break yourself away to eat.
I look at him. Square in the eye. It shows me nothing. Glazed over, closed to the world. But that tells me everything. It says how hard this is for him. How close he is to her. How hopeful he was. How resigned he is. He is my story. Every last piece of it.
“I need a favor,” he says.
My life was changed forever.
Chapter 51: Alice
He hugs me. Which I must say, is QUITE a feat. There are a million wires in me. Out of me. Winding around me. Burrowing through my skin and hiding underneath me flesh. Vampires, sucking at my blood.
He pulls away and looks at me. Oh George. My father. And I his mother. There is a muted hope in his eyes. But it is in his face too. I almost ask him. But I won’t miss the sad, resigned look.
Did you like it?!?!
... And Second!!!
Skyscraper is a really great song I actually discovered just recently!
Last, here is Christina Grimmie's new music video. Personally, I really don't like it. I love her. Adore her voice. But I really don't think this is her best. Tell me what you think?
Whoo. That was long. Now go process it all!
First, I want to give you all another peek at my novel!
Here goes...!!!
Chapter 48: Anna
I curl up in the chair outside her room. I am always crying now. I can’t stop. The tears just stream constantly. Because no matter how happy I am my baby sister is still in a coma. The rough fabric of the hospital chair absorbs my fitful tears. I have no one. Out here. through all of this. I have me. They don’t even talk to me anymore, my school friends, I mean. When I stopped being shallow and vain and fake they stopped being there. Here. Supporting me.
I am so alone in this world.
And it scares me. And I stare at the plaid fabric, blurry through my cascading sorrow. How much I just don’t care about anything but Abby. And Alice. And healing.
Footsteps walk towards me.
I stay curled in a ball. Because tears would blind me anyway. And he hugs me. But I don’t even know them.The arms. Wiry and white. But I stay frozen, in the warmth of an awkward hug.
Chapter 49: Alice
George left. Me. I woke up and my fuzzy vision revealed his absence.
I am scared.
He’s never left before.
And after that weird popular girl came.
The one I was matched with.
She came, I guess, but I was asleep and then I woke up and it was really scary because she was so weak and that is not how she is supposed to look. She is one of those flawless girls. And now, though I try not to be, I am scared for her.
Chapter 50: Anna
The wiry kid is the same one as the one in Alice’s room and he just sat down next to me and he is about to say something and thoughts race thorugh my mind. My heart pounds. Questions. But why is he here?
“Hi.” He says it as if it is the most normal thing in the world. Because it should be. But nothing is normal in these hallways. And he continues, his pale face and red as blood lips barely moving as he enunciates perfectly. “I am Alice’s older brother.” I had wondered. Who the thin boy was. because he was thin. So thin. He still is. I guess I am too. It is so hard to break yourself away to eat.
I look at him. Square in the eye. It shows me nothing. Glazed over, closed to the world. But that tells me everything. It says how hard this is for him. How close he is to her. How hopeful he was. How resigned he is. He is my story. Every last piece of it.
“I need a favor,” he says.
My life was changed forever.
Chapter 51: Alice
He hugs me. Which I must say, is QUITE a feat. There are a million wires in me. Out of me. Winding around me. Burrowing through my skin and hiding underneath me flesh. Vampires, sucking at my blood.
He pulls away and looks at me. Oh George. My father. And I his mother. There is a muted hope in his eyes. But it is in his face too. I almost ask him. But I won’t miss the sad, resigned look.
Did you like it?!?!
... And Second!!!
Skyscraper is a really great song I actually discovered just recently!
Last, here is Christina Grimmie's new music video. Personally, I really don't like it. I love her. Adore her voice. But I really don't think this is her best. Tell me what you think?
Whoo. That was long. Now go process it all!
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
FIVE MEALS
Hey everybody. So I have been thinking recently about my diet and such and I wanted to share with you all some websites I found supporting eating five or six mini-meals every day. I'm actually considering this... so tell me what you think!!
This one talks about one guy who supports it.
This one gives a little advice and tells about how it workewd for one girl.
This one gives a little advice about what to eat and advertises that Rihanna eats this diet.
Tell me what you guys think! Do any of you eat like this already?!?!
This one talks about one guy who supports it.
This one gives a little advice and tells about how it workewd for one girl.
This one gives a little advice about what to eat and advertises that Rihanna eats this diet.
Tell me what you guys think! Do any of you eat like this already?!?!
Monday, July 18, 2011
Happy Birthday Nelson Mandela!
I have to shout out to this guy today, on his 93rd birthday! Those of you who don't know about this anti-apartheid activist, learn about him. Because his story is inspirational and a fight that suppressed people are still fighting many places in the world today. You inspire me, Mandela, and I hope you live a long, happy life, and continue to inspire good around the globe.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
Friday, July 15, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Whoa I've been writing.
Well, I don't want to confuse anybody, so I want to make clear that the novel I was posting excerpts from a couple weeks ago is not my camp nanowrimo novel. I started a new one for camp. AND I am finally ready to give you guys a sneak peek!
Ready?
Here goes nothing.
These are two random chapters (my chapters are really short) from the novel I'm writing. And by the way they are from two different perspectives, one from each of my main characters.
Okay. Let's go.
Chapter 13: Anna
They crawl into my mind. Images. Him. Me. It. Her. Her. Mom.
We were there but it was Fran. Only Fran. And they don’t know who to blame now. if it should be me or her but we don’t even know ourselves. If we really caused it. And Abby barely gets that Fran is gone. My father calls her a murderer. But even she doesn’t know what happened.
And then he retreated inside himself because his little jewel was gone. And never looked back.
Everything. Images of my fear. And my shivering. And the daunting task of opening my eyes. And images. His face. So worried. But not for us.The sadness you see in his eyes. The anger.
It eats at the edges of my thoughts, skim along the sides of my words, grab onto every idea in my head. Everything follows me. It doesn’t want me to be Anna. They want me to be weak. And scared. And I am.
I stare absentmindedly at Mr. Magomez. But you don’t see what I do. Nightmares overpower him. His face turns into a smirk. His eyes dark. Like my father’s.
I break away. Smile at Eric. But Every part of me knows that I can never break away.
Chapter 16: Alice
I ride the bus home. It smells like rotten candy and shampoo and weed and gum and dirty fabric and swallowed pride and touching people and rough-housing and whispered secrets and the way people talk when they’re tired. It’s horrible. But it’s almost good because it’s familiar and old and I remember when I rode the bus when I was five and it was the first day of school and I had a full belly and a bright smile and I was so scared and I sat in the way back of the bus because I didn’t know anybody. And when I was seven and we crashed and we had to switch buses and when we got on the other one Johnny Templeton sat on me because his girlfriend dared him too, but he told everyone he liked it. And then I was ten and I had food in my stomach the day when George told me he was dating this girl and she kissed him on the cheek on the bus one day and he couldn’t stop telling you about it and we all had food in our bellies.
I step off the bus, but it’s hard because it’s already hard keeping the tears at bay, because it’s hard thinking of those times. We were all so little and so innocent before hunger and anger corrupted us all. Before the world gave us a wake-up call that we should start living our lives. Back when we were so small and we were always energetic and jumping and I get off the bus and leave it all behind. All behind me.
And then I’m crying and the tears are rushing and my eyes are burning and I can’t stop asking myself “Why is it like this now? Why couldn’t it always stay the same?” and George is beside me like he always is. No questions asked. But I wish I could talk to him about it. The days when we used to be faces full of sunshine. Because we were really proud back then and now we are only pretending. It’s not our fault. It’s the world’s and I try to answer my own questions but I can’t. I never can. Because there really aren’t reasons for what happened. It just did.
Ready?
Here goes nothing.
These are two random chapters (my chapters are really short) from the novel I'm writing. And by the way they are from two different perspectives, one from each of my main characters.
Okay. Let's go.
Chapter 13: Anna
They crawl into my mind. Images. Him. Me. It. Her. Her. Mom.
We were there but it was Fran. Only Fran. And they don’t know who to blame now. if it should be me or her but we don’t even know ourselves. If we really caused it. And Abby barely gets that Fran is gone. My father calls her a murderer. But even she doesn’t know what happened.
And then he retreated inside himself because his little jewel was gone. And never looked back.
Everything. Images of my fear. And my shivering. And the daunting task of opening my eyes. And images. His face. So worried. But not for us.The sadness you see in his eyes. The anger.
It eats at the edges of my thoughts, skim along the sides of my words, grab onto every idea in my head. Everything follows me. It doesn’t want me to be Anna. They want me to be weak. And scared. And I am.
I stare absentmindedly at Mr. Magomez. But you don’t see what I do. Nightmares overpower him. His face turns into a smirk. His eyes dark. Like my father’s.
I break away. Smile at Eric. But Every part of me knows that I can never break away.
Chapter 16: Alice
I ride the bus home. It smells like rotten candy and shampoo and weed and gum and dirty fabric and swallowed pride and touching people and rough-housing and whispered secrets and the way people talk when they’re tired. It’s horrible. But it’s almost good because it’s familiar and old and I remember when I rode the bus when I was five and it was the first day of school and I had a full belly and a bright smile and I was so scared and I sat in the way back of the bus because I didn’t know anybody. And when I was seven and we crashed and we had to switch buses and when we got on the other one Johnny Templeton sat on me because his girlfriend dared him too, but he told everyone he liked it. And then I was ten and I had food in my stomach the day when George told me he was dating this girl and she kissed him on the cheek on the bus one day and he couldn’t stop telling you about it and we all had food in our bellies.
I step off the bus, but it’s hard because it’s already hard keeping the tears at bay, because it’s hard thinking of those times. We were all so little and so innocent before hunger and anger corrupted us all. Before the world gave us a wake-up call that we should start living our lives. Back when we were so small and we were always energetic and jumping and I get off the bus and leave it all behind. All behind me.
And then I’m crying and the tears are rushing and my eyes are burning and I can’t stop asking myself “Why is it like this now? Why couldn’t it always stay the same?” and George is beside me like he always is. No questions asked. But I wish I could talk to him about it. The days when we used to be faces full of sunshine. Because we were really proud back then and now we are only pretending. It’s not our fault. It’s the world’s and I try to answer my own questions but I can’t. I never can. Because there really aren’t reasons for what happened. It just did.
Friday, July 8, 2011
ALL NIGHTER
If you are pulling an all nighter for camp nano here is my semi-tired advice. First, if you aren't tired yet, read this entire thing because its REALLY helpful. If you need a little waking up watch this video just because I said so. If your brain stops working, try to figure out what this is. If you have a cold watch this one. BUT THE MOST ABSOLUTELY ESSENTIAL THING TO DO DURING AN ALL NIGHTER IS STAY AWAKE!!! Sometimes when you're really tired you end up falling asleep in strange places.
That's not good.
That's not good.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
SUMMER
Do you like my remodel? It makes me feel psychedelic.
CONTINUING...
It is THE MIDDLE OF summer where I live and I am excited.
Summer so floaty, and free, and fun.
Juice, flowers, chlorine, hiking and sun.
Spinning in circles.
Wow. This poem is crap.
Shout out to Abbigayle because she has cute hair!
In addition... (:D)
I want to know how you are doing on your Camp novel because I have writer's block so please make me jealous; tell me, brag to me about how many words you have!!
CONTINUING...
It is THE MIDDLE OF summer where I live and I am excited.
Summer so floaty, and free, and fun.
Juice, flowers, chlorine, hiking and sun.
Spinning in circles.
Wow. This poem is crap.
Shout out to Abbigayle because she has cute hair!
In addition... (:D)
I want to know how you are doing on your Camp novel because I have writer's block so please make me jealous; tell me, brag to me about how many words you have!!
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
DON"T STEP ON ANTS!
As summer comes into full swing, today, I beg you not to step on ants purposely. Just don't do it. Even if it's tiny. Even if its brain is smaller than a pea. Even if it is so fragile. Even if there are millions. Even if you just don't care. Killing an ant is still killing. Don't step on them. Don't burn them (its gruesome). DON"T KILL THEM. Just don't.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Friday, July 1, 2011
Yes I am staying at camp nanowilderness
I think I must tell you that I am going to be in a strange state of writingmania this month. I'm going to write a novel. To most of you, this is a challenging, but accomplishable feat. Go it. Let me know if you are also part of this interesting venture. We can do it TOGETHER. Did you notice that I'm into working together?
Visit me at http://www.campnanowrimo.org/campers/petuniataha
Because thats just who I am. Tata now. See you in the nanowilderness!!
(I'm hoping this explains the random word count bar in the upper right corner...!!!)
Visit me at http://www.campnanowrimo.org/campers/petuniataha
Because thats just who I am. Tata now. See you in the nanowilderness!!
(I'm hoping this explains the random word count bar in the upper right corner...!!!)
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