about experiment 127

Hey world!

I have created this blog to be able to show the outside world my writing pieces and get comments and critiques (good and bad!) with my identity being hidden. I really love writing but I am always too embarrassed to let any friends or family read my pieces, so PLEASE comment and tell me exactly what is on your minds'!

Also, please try and answer all the survey questions scattered about my blog; this is another little experiment of mine!

I will be posting additions to my stories or even new stories at the very least once every two weeks. Different stories will have distinctly different names that no one should have trouble separating the two.

Anyway, if you stumble across my blog and like the writing, please follow me and comment/criticize away!

purple rain

Friday, December 30, 2011

Girls Coach Girls Run (GCGR)

Hey everybody!

Last year, me and my best friend Amanda participated in a program called Girls Coach Girls Run, also known as GCGR. It is a great 18 week program for younger girls to learn and create bonds with older girls.

What happens is some juniors in high school who participate in this program meet every Thursday night for two hours with the program directors. With the participants, the directors go through various topics that girls and women alike face everyday, which includes dieting, exercise, body image, self-esteem, friends, boys, and assertiveness. Healthy ways to go about each topic are discussed and brought to the table as well as various solutions to sticky situations.

Next, the juniors get into groups and teach the same program, though slightly modified for the younger girls, to eighth grade girls. This occurs for another six weeks, for two hours every Thursday. When this part of the program is completed, the girls have made bonds and friendships and learned a tn about themselves!

The girls split into a few groups which include about four juniors and fur or so eighth graders. Each group is assigned an elementary school in which they meet twice a week for two hours twice a week right after school. During this six weeks, the juniors and the eighth graders work together to teach the, more kid friendly, program to a larger group of fourth graders. Each day, after a piece of the program is taught to the younger girls, all the girls go for a run. (This usually took place outside unless the weather forbid this.)

At the end of the 18 week program that gives participants 50 hours of community service, a 5k race and picnic is held and awards are given. This is a great program that teaches young girls about self-image, exercise, health, and forms many bonds and friendships.




This is all of us girls stretching before the big 5k! The circle around the older girls in the middle, which is made up of all the eighth graders and fourth graders, is too large to fit into the picture. And, there are tons of families all around watching and taking pictures! The pictures don't do a good job capturing the excitement, the love, and the music!






These are all the juniors that participated! I'm in there somewhere! The two directors are kneeling in the front of the group. Love and miss these girls!
 



GIRLS COACH GIRLS RUN <3

purple rain



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Thursday, December 29, 2011

chocolate covered strawberries

I just found this picture in my picture folder on my computer and thought I'd share. It just looks sooo delicious and I'm so jealous of myself right now for having eaten them all already (but hey, god only know when I took this picture..so maybe I shouldn't be jealous that I don't have these exact strawberries right now)! But yumm yumm yummmm!


SMILE!

A few summers ago, my friend and I made our own little person! This particular friend of mine has this beautiful dark redish auburn hair (some call her a "ginger" however she is smack in the middle of being a brunette and a redhead) which everyone loves. My hair dresser was fascinated! So, on my knee we drew a smiley face with 100 proof sunscreen, which is extremely thick. Then using her beautiful curls, we gave our smiley hair - and voilĂ ! - we have our own mini person!


Below is the succession the original picture took before it became the sentimental and beautiful picture that it now is, the final copy. Hope you find it as entertaining as we did!


The Placement





Now She's Real!






Friendship




Isn't she beautiful? This is a post for my friend Carley, who I love a ton! *So we can always remember the good times that we've created together (even if it means getting flipped the bird because you NEEDED to show me how good your spitting aim was from the ski lift chair...on some girls head right in her part. Thanks again for that!), friends for life.

As always, Purple Rain

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Books

I live in my dreams and
die in my waking moments.
I thrive in the tragedies but
suffer my everyday routine.
For life is excruciatingly boring
with no pain, no terrifying
adventure to break up the
normalcy. I would gladly live in
a book - and not just a fairytale book,
but any single one! - since it
would supply me with my needed
dosage of tears and thrill and
fear and anger and happiness!
Yes! That is what I need, a
whole array of emotions laid
out sporadically like splashes of
rainbows to ensure that
my emotional needs are
always met. But here!

Here in this world of normalcy!
Nothing extravagantly ludicrous
occurs. I am stuck for
countless days in a slow
routine of nothingness. I can feel
myself fading away, my life disappearing.
How can one live without liveliness?
But suck me into the pages of a
rich novel! I would run through the words,
from cover to cover, praying for the end to
never come. And yet I still pray for the
same everyday. Dragging out
each damn syllable for everything
it's worth. I yearn for the passages
of endless poetry, to live in
the lives of people whom I have
never met, yet feel as though I know -
I am that person, that girl running
down the street. That man standing
there is my friend, friend from childhood.

So yes, I live in my dreams. I
feel more alive in my sleep
than when I'm up and living.
What a backwards web I have spun!
I want to be in a surreal painting,
where strange things are not so
strange and normal things are not
so common. Should a blue sun seem
so unorthodox? Or purple rain be gasped
at? And why is it so weird to think a green
moon might be pretty? I would
rather like a colorful world
with secret missions and spies
dragging me around to hidden
passageways. And torture! I
can do with some of that! If it makes
the tears and the beauty all
the better, then so be it! Bring
the pain and the suffering, for
I want to experience it all and have
richer experiences because of it.
I want to starve and bleed and
cry myself to sleep. I want to run and
fall, only to get back up. I want to
endure all the pain which I can, and then
some more. And finally, I want to find
love of my life, the perfect man.
And I want to enjoy it all,
every single feeling I can possibly feel.
I want to triumph thorugh
the impossible and find the answers

of the Earth.

Implant me in a book, and watch me fade away.
Erase me from this existence which means
much less to me. I need to fly far from
here and find the things I yearn for.
See, if you cannot give me the life I need
in order to live a real life, than I shall find that
book I speak of and read indefinitely. I
will let my life waste away if I can stay reading,
since my mind will drift and wander far
and out there is far enough. Leave me in an empty
room and I will live in that book and live
on and on forever in that clever hook.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Celebrity

Who is your favorite celebrity?

Comment here which celebrity is your idol, whose style you love the most, or who is your down right favorite!

Which ever celebrity has the most comments about him or her, I'll research and dig up as much dirt and facts as possible along with style tips so you can be just like that person or talent tricks so you can master the same career that that person may have.

I may do a sample on a celebrity I find interesting.

Hope you comment!

purple rain :)

Monday, December 19, 2011

sweet green flowers



The Nymph Echo

This is the painting that the poem below is inspired by. It is beautiful and exquisite, yet it has hints of mysteriousness to it. It's an amazing painting!



"MoMA | The Collection | Provenance Research Project | Max Ernst. The Nymph Echo. Paris 1936." MoMA | The Museum of Modern Art. 2010. Web. 20 Dec. 2011. <http://www.moma.org/collection/provenance/provenance_object.php?object_id=79316>.




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This is a poem inspired by the painting:
 “The Nymph Echo” by Max Ernst

Oh wanderer, have you stumbled
upon more ancient green? Whose
hands grip and grab at the
barren Earth! What life it does
take, the goddess dancing in the
middle! Was it placed there? And
if so, with a motive? Or did
random, sporadic chance bless us
with such mesmerizing fertility?

And as the yellow ball sinks
down below, and dark blue
ceilings crush down from above,
what more green could one
ask for? More hands reach out
from the giant leaves. Come nymphs!
They beckon you to come and
spread your magic all around!
More is needed, much, much, more.

But here, all I see is just an echo
for only few flowers live to talk of
nymphs. And their colors seem faded
about their dancing dresses. The
fingers that I see are very strange
and mysterious to me. Are they claws?
Ripping at all the remaining life?
Or are they dainty, long and elegant?
There to stimulate growth and prosperity?

More mysterious is what those
hands belong to, there hidden
away in the darkness behind
the vines. The yellow eye on the
stem, the orange face, innocents of
the worlds. There a cradle rocks
blue buds to sleep, how sweet!
More youth than one would have
thought, more birth, more life.

Is that a green lion climbing
way back there, near the hidden
lady? barer than the Earth?
And a lizard basking in the shady
undergrowth hanging near the
snakey body of the bird
nosed stem of the featherless fowl. Yet
so pronounced against the sky, reaching
from the darkness. Oh nymph, give it life!




As always, this post on this blog is by me. Every single blog is by myself, the creator of this blog. I hope you like it :)

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Role-Model Worthy Stars List #1

1. Katherine  Heigl = classy, beautiful, funny, and sincere. What more could we ask for?

2. Halle Berry...I have two words for you, Cat Woman

3. Selena Gomez <-- She's HILARIOUS

4. David Beckham

5. And his wife, Posh Spice

6. Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt --> for being so generous to countries in need

7. Leonardo DeCaprio --> and not just for being so handsome ;)

8.Hugh Jackman

9. Alyssa Milano = an amazing, and often over looked, activist

10. Brian Dennehy

11. Meg Cabot, Stephenie Meyers, and not to mention J. K. Rowling: for writing life
                                                                                                  changing novels!

12. Jennifer Aniston - Thank you for staying strong and showing us that we can too

13. Rihanna --> Girl, you might be crazy, but you show us that it's OK to be who we want

                         to be. You definitely aren't afraid to show it!

14. Lady Gaga, Nicki Minaj, and Katy Perry --> All strong, proud, confident women. They
                                                                   are beautiful in their own, different ways,
                                                                   and we love it! Why can't there be more of
                                                                   you?

Summer Flashback

Ah, I miss the warm sun and super blue water. Sand in between my toes, spraying sunscreen, soft wind. Oh summer days!

SURPRISE!

My two dogs and my sisters' two dogs loved the gardening box on wheels we got our mom, that we couldn't stop them from jumping in! We decided to help them play a little peek-a-boo :)

Guess Which One's Me

A family friend and I a few years ago. I love looking back on pictures and seeing how different I look, how much I've changed!

Accidental Picture

A few years ago I wrote this on my sister's hand and while I was swinging around my camera, I snapped a picture. I was so surprised when I realized that I actually got something in the picture!

I think it's pretty cute :)

Sunday, December 4, 2011

World of Impossible

Failing winds blow the mind
just as tigers rip it.
Colors burst like popped balloons
right when trails are lit.

The burning brush and orange embers
eat away the natural scene.
No more homes of nests to see
and now the bushes - far too lean.

The only scents
were swept away,
So here life awaits
yet another day

When stairs are never ending
in skys much too high,
for life goes on in this world of impossible
since everything is just a lie.

Friday, December 2, 2011

Idea 2: Seasons; Realization

After five long, exhausting days away from home, Lara sat on the Grey Hound bus with her group of "colleagues," so-to-speak. They were en route back to their hometown, in an northern east coast state. It was a semi-small town located on the water, Long Island Sound to be exact. The eight hour ride was drudging and quite dreadful. 1:34 was the exact time the bus began it's journey home. It was also the moment that Lara saw something she had not seen for a very long time.

All the anxiety that she had had over the past few years was gone. In fact, she had not felt the anxiety for one minute throughout the entire trip. Something about being away had, in a way, cured her of her inner demons. Cured was not the right word...temporarily relieved her of them. Lara would not have been feeling them attempting to crawl back into her mind, her stomach, her chest, if she had been cured. They would not being scratching at her sides, begging to get inside her, only to cause havoc, had she been cured. But, for now, she was still able to enjoy a time without fear and anxiety, for she was still temporarily relieved of these monsters. She realized, for the first time in her life, that she wasn't a normally anxious person. No, her house and family provoked these problems from her and being away was the best way to take care of her illness.

This realization did two very distinct things to Lara on the long, extremely boring and exhausting bus ride home. The first of which may be more obvious than the other. She instantly dreaded the idea of returning home, which can be expected. Then she did something a bit more dangerous. She shut down.

Not dangerous in the physical manner, but dangerous in the life ruining way.

THIS NEEDS TO BE EDITED BIG TIME, SO DON'T LAUGH PLEASE! LOL I'LL EDIT IT/ADD TO IT ASAP