"Reely" Good Quotes

-Matilda

I fell so completely in love with these shoes, I bought enough pairs to last my whole lifetime. This is my last pair.
-Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium

"Reel" Life

My favorite movie is a tie between quite a few movies. My top favorites would be Matilda, Nanny Mcfee, Series of Unfortunate Events and Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium. I have a deep love for children's movies. I believe I will always be a child at heart. I am not as big of a fan of more modern day children's movies because I feel like the moral lesson to be taught if often to cheesy or over used. These movies stand out to me because they not only teach unique lessons about the values of life and importance of intangible things, bu they also uphold unique plots. All of these movies seek out plots that stay unique from the beginning to the end, without cheating detail or becoming too predictable. These movies are very well thought out and crafted with creativity and magic.
My least favorite types of movies are action movies. I have found very few action movies to be intriguing. For me personally, I cannot stay attentive with mature films for the most part. Most action movies include violence and battle and those are things I have never cared to watch.
I watch movies at least a few times a week. Occationally I will go to the theater but I mostly prefer to stay in and cuddle up to some Netflix.
When I watch a movie I really enjoy, I get really frusterated when people talk or get on their phones. I do not enjoy watching movies with other people who aren't engaged or enjoying a movie. I also have to watch movies in darkness. I cannot stand to watch movies with light glaring against the screen. I have to be comfy and warm if I'm going to be watching a movie, otherwise its hard for me to be engaged in what I'm watching. I also like snacks and drinks during a movie, just for something to do and enjoy while I sit through the movie.
This quiz says that I enjoy Pleasure-Seeking, Nostalgia, Catharsis and Sensation-Seeking movies the most. I would agree with that for the most part. I enjoy Sensation-Seeking movies as far as horror films go but I hate action.
If I had a movie about my life I would have Ana De Armas play me because I think she is stunning. My life movie would be about me growing up as a child and working hard to accomplish my dreams. It would probably include romance and me falling in love. I would wish for it to end with me overcoming hardship and making an impact on the world.

This is... Photo Writing

This is my team

The team made up of many bonds and memories

the team who has shared many tears, laughs, love and hate

This is a chilly, fall football Friday

Lining up side by side by the Teepee waiting for the football players to rush through

Singing boys of fall, swaying side to side

Eager to watch the boys kick but and hoping for a chance at state

This is before the season was over

Before we cheered side by side one last time

Before the last team huddle where we shared joy and energy and excitement

This is one of the last times we stood side by side on that track out beside the football field on a windy Friday evening

This is one of the last time we could look at each other and knew we belong to something bigger and bonded

This is what is left of high school nights and football memories

This is my team before season was over and our lives went in new directions

This is forever love

Flea Market Photo

Hellen Marie Frank and Alice May Frank were the daughters of Jean Paul and Laura Frank. The girls were born in a small town in Wisconsin. Hellen is age 11 in this photography and Alice is 8. The girls grew up in a middle class family and spent their days studying and helping their mom around the house cooking and cleaning. Their father Jean Paul was a hardworking man who spent most of his days at the factory helping cut and sort metal. His working conditions were hard and he often came home agrivated. Jean Paul and Laura worked hard to give the girls nice things and keep the house up. 

One cloudy morning, Laura had just finished reviewing school words with the two girls and decided to head to the store to pick up dinner to be prepared before Jean Paul got home. On this particular day the air felt stiff and cold. No birds flocked, no dogs barked, and no roosters crowed. It was if the world did not wake up that morning. When the girls returned to the house to unpack their groceries, they found something very stomach wrenching. Their father seemed very enraged and began acting very out of sorts. All you should know is that the family was never found again. To this day, this photo is the last to have been taken of the girls.

Photo Hunt + Captions + Hashtags

 I've always thought these plants looked like mini corn on the cobs #areinsideplantsevenconsiderednature

Goal: eating well and traveling often. Reality: eating potato chips on my couch. #handwrittenlifeadvice

 If I've learned anything from high school, it is how much one teacher can change your life in just a few short months #coolerthanthecatspajamas

 Ohio is getting my better half. Thank you for 4 years of smiles and laughs #bestfriendsformiles 

 4 years later and I still make sure I'm always stepping over the chief head. #onceachiefalwaysachief

This book actually turned out to be alright. #abookofmanywords

If nothing else, I will miss Nance so much #Iwannabemorelikeyou

Is it too late for me to watch Star Wars for the first time? #whathappenedtomychildhood

Ive always been bothered by the fact that pluto is now a moon #onceaplanetalwaysaplanet

From this angle it kinda looks like I took this in prison #highschoolorprison

Photos of the Millenium

The young weep and mourn at the ache of their souls

The mothers scream at the face of despair

The rivers run muddy and infested

The food lay scarce and of great demand

Though cries reach out, the world hears but silence

The young cling to the breasts of their mothers

The mother's work to give what they can

The village hold on hand in hand

The community braces against adversity, holding on to what they have

The children lay weak, nothing but skin and bones

Though their souls reach, the world feels nothing

The young run and play with joy deep in their souls

The mothers send their children to the villages for the search of food and activities

The soil lay dry, spread level as the children chase balls and skip around

The culture runs deep throughout the village and the love warms the people at night

Though the support bonds the people, the world stays unaware

Dream Threads

A cold room puts me into the deepest sleep. I lay in bed, trying to block out the sounds of the sleepy traffic as a lay upon my cold sheets in total silence. The room is bare with darkness, as no light shines through the heavy drapes. I lay my head this way and that in hopes to find a balance in which I feel no strain on my neck. I rotate to feel as if I am sunken deep into the fabrics of my mattress. My body begs for sleep and rejuvenation but my mind fights back, running wild with thoughts. After hours and hours I begin to feel weary and my eyelids begin to droop deeper and deeper. I finally drift away into a soft sleep. This feelings is so temporary as I find myself awake once again only hours later. I look back up at the clock: five more hours, I tell myself.

Caged Bird- Inspired Piece

Freedom sings of no limitations and endless possibilities
It sings of self expression without a rubric or guidelines
It sings of acceptance and respect

Freedom sings of free land and brave citizens
It sings of goals, dreams and potential waiting to be released
It sings of people who feel compelled to meet a standard and others who feel they fall so short
It sings of people limited by burdens and personal restrictions

Freedom sings of individuality and self worth
It sings of unique belonging in a small-minded society
It sings of a bigger goal; it stands for total unity

Writers Dreaming

1.The caged bird sings for freedom. the caged bird wants to be free from the cage and fly free in the sky but instead he is trapped and limited. I understand this allegory with many real life examples. African Americans experienced similar conditions during times of slavery. African Americans would sing in the fields to pass time. They would sing songs of the free land and of freedom from slavery.

2.I believe I have to power over adversity. Growing up as a biracial female I have experienced much adversity first hand. Through much of my educational experiences I have felt what it is like to be different and have to push through criticism for things beyond my control. Yet, I have still been successful at my education and plan to continue to do so.

3.I do think talking about negative things give them more power. I have noticed when I am having a bad day, the more times i tell the story or complain about the negative events, the more sorry I become for myself and the more negative my attitude becomes. However when I try to move past negative things and focus on the positive I receive a happier response from myself.

4. I do believe that dreams may reveal things that we may not admit to ourselves. I have had dreams about feeling guilty over things I have convinced myself they no longer matter. I have also had dreams of boys I thought I know longer cared about. I think dreams can sometimes represent thoughts of our subconscious mind that we like to believe we don't think. On the other hand, I think dreams can also reflect metaphors for things going on in our lives. These are dreams such as the teeth falling out which may represent insecurities. I think all dreams are very unique and tell many different secrets.

Dream Marks On My Pillow

When I lay in bed at night and cannot sleep, i think. I think about things I have to do the next day or the following days. I often stress myself out, making it even harder to sleep.
Somtimes I will make up "what ifs" in my head, such as what would happen if someone broke into my house and what would be my plan.
Other times I may try to get on my phone and occupy my mind. Usually that wakes me up more than it puts me to sleep. I have a hard time keeping myself asleep. By mind begs for sleep  but  my body refuses. I am a very picky sleeper. It must be pitch dark and silent. My mind looks for reasons to stay awake. The bed must also be a certain temperature. I prefer for my bed and pillow to be cool but my covers to be warm. When one side of the bed becomes too warm, i will rotate to the other side. I fight sleep until my eyelids become to heavy to stay open and my body becomes weak and restless. It is then that I finally find myself falling asleep.

If I Were in Charge of the World

If i were in charge of the world, I'd cancel early mornings, deadlines, heavy traffic and also curfews.
If i were in charge of the world there'd be endless summer, no budgets, and free travel to unlimited destinations
If i were in charge of the world you wouldn't have diets.
You wouldn't have small talk
You wouldn't have Gen Ed.'s
Or "American College Testing"
You wouldn't even have student loans
If I were in charge of the world Taco Bell Cinnamon Delights would be a vegetable.
All people would be nice and have good intentions
and a person who sometimes forgot where she left her keys and sometimes forgot to be on time would still be allowed to be in charge of the world.

Paint Chip Poems

Worn turquoise rain drips

down the seal of the window pane

like soaked tears they run

With watery eyes

the sad child silently wept

the air stood calm

Crashing against rocks

tidewater salty and clear

dancing with the sand

Down where the fields sway gently

And the sun warms the air, as if hugging it tight

No one knew the little girl who danced among the flowers

Dancing for whoever would watch

Young in age she was yet old and wise at heart

Lively she glistened and shimmered like gold

In circular motions she swirled

On the days she came, the rain would cease. However,

No sun would shine without the little girl

Happiness, she radiated throughout the field

One rainy day the little girl disappeared 

No sun would shine without the little girl

Even the flowers begin to weep and droop

Yonder and near it rained and poured

But soon enough the little girl returned

Every flower replenished in vibrant colors

It was even more powerful than before she had left

Golden was the sun once more

Everlasting the girl was, dancing among the flowers