Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Alright, so, I have pictures of my now SHORT hair. Actually, it's even shorter. Jessica recut it, so now there's actually a STYLE to it, AND....red highlights. Yes, you heard me correctly. And yes, my mom is... not happy about it. I think it's funny! I've gotten lots of compliments on it, and I like it. Mom just isn't used to it yet.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

America's Next Top Model




Alright, so, the family has been pestering me and pestering me to put something on my blog. Well, now I actually have something to put up, as well as some news!

My dear friend Heather just finished her photography final. She needed a line of six "fashion photos". And I got to skip part of my Global Perspectives class so a few of my friends and I could model for her! The pictures turned out great, except afterwards we noticed I had this crazy little piece of hair that stuck out funny. Heather tried photoshoping it out, but it didn't work. :( Oh well. I still look great!

Now for the news: my sister-in-law Jessica cut six inches off my hair on Friday!! It was exciting. My hair was 17 inches or longer before it was cut, so now my hair just reaches my shoulders. It's really cute. Unfortunately, I don't have any pictures of it yet, so Dad'll have to take one and I can post it on here later for you all to see.

P.S. Happy Mother's Day, to all you moms out there!!

Sunday, March 16, 2008

You say iambic pentameter, I say who cares?

Here's a "sonnet" I wrote for my English class last month:

Nightmare (or, The Cause of Insomnia)

To dwell in unconscious fabrications
For faint multitudes is blissfully sweet.
Yet when glorious fantasy darkens
The eerie and nefarious you'll meet.
Their piercing eyes scrutinize every move
As you writhe with fear, stumbling away.
Your much discomfort they seem to approve
As they turn ecstasy into dismay.
Tattered, hooded robes, like Death's, drag behind
As one glides forward, a raw hand outstretched.
A defending beacon you try to find
For your hope of survival is farfetched.
Yet there's no need to fret, no need to care.
Sunlight will wake you from this strange nightmare.