A little more from RED

Hello,

I am going to get my hair done differently in feb. I am going to dye it and get it cut differently.
I saw the style in a magazine, its cool. I won't be red anymore of course:( but still the name sticks:)
My hair will be all sorts of colors but not *colorful* I mean blonde, brown, black, dirty blonde, etc.
It'll be interesting of course if I don't like it, I can change it around a bit play with the hair style and all and some red dye to it? Uh, no I don't think so. But still its gonna be cool:)

I just woke up a few hours ago I miss out on most of the day. Nice. I am still in my Pj's *grin* it seems thats all I wear, pajamas.
Except when Mom tells me to go put jeans on or "Real pants". I wear pajamas. I'm writing another story, its about two girls and the one girl meets the other girls best friend on the phone, don't ask how that happens I don't want to give it away. Lets just say she gets the wrong number:). And then a girl moves next door to the girl with the wrong phone number, and the girl that got the wrong number is shocked because the girl she had met on the phone said her best friend was Pen Prom and was moving from NY to BC. The girl that moved next door turns out to be Pen Prom from NY. The two girls become friends instantly and Pen shows Blue that life is ok even if you have a weird name. Their friendship is as solid as stone. Then a terrible thing happens, and Pen needs Blue to show her some strength now. The story is called: Strength that was shared.

Well thats it for now,

RED

Harry Potter

Has anyone seen it?

It is a awsome flick, I loved it I really want to see it a few more times.
I own all of them up to the 3rd movie, but thats as far as they've got right? Not including the 4th movie that is.

S.C

Even though I don't believe. I believe in this poem.

Of course there is a Santa
I am sure we all agree
No matter if you are one hundred
or a babe of only three

To gaze up into the sky
and see Santa fly away
what a thrill it would be,
it would really make your day

For days and days the children
are as excited as can be
How their eyes light up
as they look at the decorated tree

They go shopping with their parents
just hoping they will see
Santa in the store
so they can sit upon his knee

As Santa asks them
"what would you like me to bring to you?"
the little children answer
"bring gifts to all the other children too."

The big night is finally here
It is so hard to get to sleep
so if you hear a Ho, Ho, Ho
get quietly up and take a little peek

Of course there is a Santa
I'm as sure as I can be
Santa brought a "special" gift
All of my internet friends to me

There Really Is A Santa!!!
I believe, I believe, I believe,
Don't You?

Sarah & her sister

Sarah was a stubborn girl. And for a 9 year old she seemed as though she was 12. She had her best friend who was 12; friends at school were just leaving the school since they were in gr.7. Sarah found it awfully hard to make friends they same age as her. Sarah had a sister that was 13 and a brother that was 7 Mickey and Jay. She was closest to Mickey no doubt since it seemed as though they were only a year apart. Jay was hardly ever home because he had so many friends that he was constantly going to birthday parties. Sarah knew a lot of things people in her class didn’t know. Not because she was way smarter but because she was in to different things. She had dropped Barbie’s as soon as she had seen a magazine. She stopped wearing yoga pants as soon as she saw sweats.
She stopped wearing nightgowns as soon as she saw pajama pants. And it was all because of Mickey. She looked up to Mickey. Mickey let Sarah play with her friends and her. Then one day Mummsie and Dad asked Sarah why she never hung out with people her age and Sarah didn’t know what to say so she burst out in to tears and ran away. Mickey put down her magazine and asked, “What year was Sarah born in Dad?” “1993” Dad answered “WHAT! But its 2005 now so she would be 12! How could you get your daughter so wrong no wonder she acts so much older and looks so much older too”, Mummsie looked horrified “How could you?” she asked Dad “how do you think she is gonna take this?” I’d go tell her…” Mickey started “but its your mistake you will have to go through the amount of screaming there is going to be, you started it after all. Now if you excuse me I would like to go for a walk. I am not to keen on hearing the racket that is going to come from my dear sisters mouth.” “Thanks your some help.” Dad said, “She is right you know, we made the mistake we have to let her know how old she really is.” Mickey was getting her coat on and left the house. Sarah had always thought Mickey was the most beautiful person she had ever seen. Long black hair, thick eyebrows, and flaming green eyes that was like lasers, which glowed. She usually
Wore black shirts and jeans. Sarah was lying on her bed with her blonde hair spread out and her deep dark brown, huge eyes shut. She was also beautiful. Just did not see it.

“Sarah” Mummsie said “Sarah!” Dad shouted. “Listen to us! Right away!”
Sarah opened her eyes, looking as huge and beautiful as ever. “Mummsie, Dad” she said with a nod “you have my attention” “You were born in 1993 correct?” Dad asked. “Very sir” she said. “Have you given much thought to that?” Mummsie asked “No” Sarah answered; her father gave her a sharp look. “Ma’am” she finished. “Well if you do the math correctly, you are 12”. Mummsie finished.

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” Sarah said full of rage, “We didn’t know until now,” Mummsie explained. “Oh” Sarah said still confused but didn’t want to go on with the most odd convocation she had ever experienced. She flipped over so her mother would know that the answer was no to dinner. “C’mon Sarah have some dinner” Mummsie said “muffsluf” Sarah mumbled “I guess I should take that as a no” Mummsie said indeed” Sarah said. “Ok well I will send Mickey in here to talk to you when she gets back if you want?” “Back? Where was she?” Sarah asked “Oh! She went for a walk” “yeah? Why?” “Oh umm she just wanted to.” “Yeah…you can send her in.” With that Mummsie walked out and in to the kitchen. A few seconds later Mickey walked in. “ridiculous eh?” she asked, “Yeah…I’m kind of actually insulted by it…” “Well, no kidding they were lets see…3 years off, harsh” “it’s a harsh world” Sarah replied. “Well vacation starts tomorrow, we can get back at them then can’t we☺?” Mickey joked.

“So…what’s all this about a walk?” Sarah said and gave her sister a tickle. Mickey didn’t answer. “What about school? Are you going to continue grade 4 or move up to grade 7?” “I don’t know. I am clueless really I don’t know what is to come of me.” “Something good” Mickey said “No matter what I swear” “hah.” Mickey took out wish dust she had picked up from Dust’s Dollar on her walk. “Make a wish” she told Sarah and close your eyes tight! ☺” “Ok” Sarah said. And she wished inside her head: I wish I could be in grade 7 just like all my friends, yet look much more mature as well. Before you knew it Sarah’s eyes became even more beautiful and big, and she was wearing a pink fluffy mini skirt and a white blouse with nametag saying: Hello I am Sarah Baxter a senior at New York school elementary☺. Sarah was so happy she looked over at her self in the mirror. She was wearing lip-gloss and looked much older. She looked over at Mickey she wrapped her arms around her and said thank you. Sarah started to cry because she was so happy and thankful she had such a lovely sister. “Love you” she said.

And she always did.

Trick

Kate didn’t want to work. She just wanted to be normal; Kate didn’t want to be a farm girl. She wanted to stop skipping school. “Katie!” Mrs.Xtan called. “Don’t forget to milk the cows! I’m going to work” “yes Ma’am” Kate replied. Kate hated it when people call her Katie she just liked plain Kate. As usual Kate didn’t do her work. She ate breakfast and went to school. Her brother who was 17 named Nicholas, yet shortened it to Nick always was the first up and her sister Pennie who was 14 was just getting up. Pennie was always the last one up. Pennie had also changed her name to Jen. But as always Ma’am never called us by are shortened names just other family members and friends called us by that. Jen came in to the room as Kate was leaving the house, as usual Jen would act as if she thought Kate was outside doing her work. Kate was the youngest of the 3 Xtan children she was 13 and had to do all the work in the farm. It wasn’t always like that. When Nick was born father had to do all the work. Then Father had to go to war. And was killed. By then Nick was 6 and was capable of doing work he was counted on doing all the work in the farm. He loved school so he would sneak out of the house and go to school and then when he came home from school he would do all the work. And would not get back in to the house till dinner. Ma’am would always ask him where he had been up to he would always say: “oh… just doing some extra chores that’s all.” Yet Nick would hardly ever get any homework done. After dinner he would usually go to bed and stay up till 1:45 doing homework. And then get a 5-hour sleep and start the day over. Jen was only 3 then but he was so close to her. Yet and as soon as Jen was 6 she started doing all the work and Nick would go to school. Nick told her his trick since Jen also enjoyed school. But Jen didn’t have to stay up till 1:45 doing homework, since she had her big bro to help her. Who had already completed these assignments 3 years ago. Then when Jen was 7 Kate was born and as well when Kate was 6 she had to do the work and Jen and Nick passed down the trick Nick had created years ago. Kate still was doing the work. And Ma’am separated from her second husband yesterday. Ma’am was a beautiful woman she had crimped blonde hair and beautiful think eyelashes and streaks in her hair. Beautiful lush lips that seemed always red and natural. Her cheeks as rosy as a real rose its self and eyes that glowed as the dew on the grass does in the early morn.
Ma’am never knew of this trick. No one ever planed to tell her.
Jen never ate breakfast she would drink water. Sucking on an orange was as far as she ever got for breakfast. Except for when she was a baby when Ma’am chose out everything for her. Every child in the Xtan family was to be home by 5 so no one really could stay as late as their friends did in school. Or go to a friend’s house. Ma’am was usually home by 7 and left in the morning at 7 so she was gone for a good 12 hours a day and 7 of them were spent for the kids in school. So when Kate came home each day she would have 5 hours to do her work. When Kate came home the next day the phone rang Kate picked up. “Moo” said the person. Kate knew right away that it was the nurse from the school. She always made fun of the Xtan family because they lived on a farm and were farm kids. You might think it is kind of odd how a grown woman would make fun of you. The nurse was in fact not a woman she was a student. A top A+ student in nurse school who was 15 her name was Clara. “Yes Clara” Kate said with a sigh. “Your sister came in sick today and she started to cough up blood and she is not feeling to well in her stomach either. We sent her to the hospital. They just called now to say she is suffering from breast cancer”
“Wha.wha.wha.” Kate said. “I am sorry Moo girl but that’s the story” Clara said. “Well you should past this message on to your ‘rents and you should go to the hospital to visit her. She said she knows about “the work” but she has a plan. And Nick is to be contacted as well.” “He is…at school” Kate managed to spit out. “Uh are you ok Moo girl? You don’t sound…good”. “I am fine can you tell Nick to meet me at the hospital?” “I will do so,” Clara said. Kate to young to drive was hopeless. She had not realized that before.
She might as well just do her work Kate thought. So she went outside and did her work but fast very fast it only took her 3 hours. She had to do these three things. This is her Monday job list: Mow the lawn, weed the veggie garden, milk the cow, feed the horse and the chickens, clean the stable, wash the car. An awful lot but she got it done. And then she called the hospital. “Hello you’ve reached your city hospital how can we help you?” “My sister!” Kate burst out and then started bawling, “sorry ma’am I can’t understand you?” “My sister is in the hospital with breast cancer” “And what’s her name dear?” “Pennie Xtan” Kate wetly replied “Ok dear you can come visit her anytime now, yet we do have some one named Nicholas visiting her at the moment and we are waiting for some one by the name of Katie” “That’s ME!” Kate sobbed out.
“Oh well then” the lady said “come on over☺” “but I can’t you see” Kate bursted “I am much to young to drive!!!” “Oh! Well then” the lady started “I could contact some one who could give you a lift? “Nicholas” Kate mumbled, “ok I will tell him, does he know the address?” “He lives with me!” Kate shouted. “Ok dear I will contact him…goodbye dear” “bye” Kate said and hung up.

Kate went in to her room to change out of her sweaty and grimy clothes. She took off her overalls and t-shirt and put on one of her jean skirts and a sweater.
She put on some deodorant so she wouldn’t greet Jen with a dirty smell.
When Nick came to the house he honked his horn and Kate leaped out of
The house and ran to him. Nick had gotten out of the car and Kate got to him she threw herself in to her brothers arms. Nick said “its not that bad really” “oh! Nick” Kate said “cancer? Really, Nick its awful!” And Kate started to bawl some more “oh Kate! Do stop at once! Once you see her you would hardly think she has anything at all” “but its on the inside Nick” Kate said. How could her brother be so silly Jen could die and would he care Jen the one he passed his trick on to. Jen the one who was there for him when ever he needed to talk to someone Jen the one who he was always closest to. “Jen!” she yelled “how could this happen?” “Even worse what will mother say?” “Oh I am sure it’ll be fine but as long as you got the work done she won’t be as upset “yes I got the work done what do you think I was doing for the last 3 hours of the stupid day!?”
“Oh for gosh sake how would I know?” “Well you got the work done way quicker than I ever did” “well Nick you probably did a splendid job every time!” “Not every time” “well I surely didn’t this time” “obviously” Nick said as they turned in to the parking lot of the hospital. As soon as they went in the signed in at the front desk and they were took to Jen’s room Nick give the nurse Ma’am’s work number so Ma’am could get the shocking news. Kate felt awfully sorry for her. Imagine getting a casual phone call from some one you don’t know and that stranger telling who your daughter is on the stage of death? How awful!



When Kate walked in the room she found Jen lying there with blood all over her shirt (from coughing it up) and she was reading a magazine with blood covering the page she was desperately trying to read. Kate felt sorry for her. “Jen.” Kate said. “Jen.” Kate said again “Oh hey Kates” “what’s up?” “What do you think is up?! I am about to die in a few days!” Jen screeched she was obviously sad and mad she was on her deathbed. That did it Kate was so sorry for her she started yelling and screaming she fell to the floor and screamed and kicked and swore and yelled at god! It made her so mad and sad! Nick was looking at her in aw. But Kate didn’t care if the nurse came rushing in and swore to god she thought Kate was going mad. “Kate! Good lord! I know your upset but could you please take it down!” Nick said calmly” “HOW? HOW CAN YOU ACT SO SMART!?”
“SHE, SHE IS DEAD!” Kate screamed, “She is already gone” “she is gone she is not Jen anymore!!!” With that Nick started to sob he was so sad to see his two only sisters in such great pain. Then at that moment Mrs. Xtan walked in. She was horrified to see her three children Screaming in pain and agony she screamed: “THESE ARE NOT MY CHILDREN WHAT…IS GOING ON??? DO TAKE THIS AS SOME KIND OF JOKE?” she yelled to the nurse “no ma’am the names of these children are Nicholas, Katie and what…of left of Pennie” “NO! No, this can’t be! My beautiful brave girl almost dead?” Let me talk to them She walked over to her first child “Nicholas.” She said smoothly he did not reply. There you see he did not reply he is not my son. These are not my daughters” “oh! But they are!” the nurse said “Take Nick and Katie leave Pennie here”

And she did. “Now what was that all about Nick?’

“Don’t you understand?” Nick asked her “Ma’am Pennie is dieing she went to the nurse’s office today and…she started to cough up blood and she was feeling sick to her stomach. So they sent her to the hospital and there she is now dying from breast cancer they aren’t doing anything they said they have more important things to work on, and that…that…she has no chance of living!” And he started to whimper and then the tears started to roll. “Oh Nick! Do stop!” “Jen” he said sadly “Why does this have to happen to her?!”



The next morning the kids stayed home from school. And Ma’am went to work.


There was phone call saying Jen was dead.

Ma’am still doesn’t believe it.

life:)

I wish everyone could be beautiful. Then more people would be happy☺
☺☹ That is life the rollercoaster of life. Okay here we go through the baby hill…and whoa! Here we go up the mountain of love and here we go in to the depressed area etc etc etc or the shampoo sample. I love life. Life is such a gift. And it’s not like those kinder surprises your grandma’s friend used to bring you when you were five.


Watch how you use it.

Yes please

Yes please is politer than what

No thank you is better than NO WAY!

Soft is better than hard


Cumfy is better than uncumfy

Slim is better than fat

Yum is better than gross

My dream for Christmas morn

An idog.

Try this!

http://www.northpole.com/

Go there for:


You can track santa to see where he is on Christmas eve, hah!

And you can tallk to santas elfs on the computer llike messenger its funny!

Childhood Love

Lumpy, lumpy, lumpy bumpy Pop Pow. Catchoot!

This is what a car sounds like that needs: A better engine.
When we were driving to the White Spot for dinner I was thinking about my book. I am writing a book but then the computer had to have some work done on it so I had to stop writing it. I haven’t gotten back to it yet. I hope its not gone *fingers crossed*. Who here is happy? And who is sad?
Me? mixed feelings always! Amazing darlin don’t ya’ll think? Well I don’t its awfully harsh. I was thinking when I was a little kid *sigh*. Luke and I would Take all are blankets and bring them downstairs and make a “Hamster house”, and we would pretend we were hamsters. My name was….oh umm Scrubby I think and oh! Yes…Luke’s name was….uh…was..Hamy! Yes Hammy! Good times! Oh I just remembered that silly game I made up when I was oh, six or so called: Happy Kitty It should be sad kitty but it was fun well it was then at least. It is a 2-player game but you can play it with more I suppose.
Anyhow some one would stand on the sofa/chair and chant “happy kitty, happy kitty, happy kitty” over and over, and then out of nowhere they would jump off the sofa/chair and try and grab the kitty aka Hannah/Luke. And the wrestling matches, yes old twin wrestles. Whenever we got hit hard instead of blurting out “Luke hit me” or “Hannah punched me in the face!” we would play dead hah! It was a funny sight but we never fell for it. And in the summer races around the house barefoot of course! All the way around!
The old house. So many memories there, we don’t live there anymore moved this summer. I grew up there to what I am now.

I never thought of it till now.

Life♧♡☀☁☺☹✐✔✖ < this is life to some people

Life is not about making friends, its about enjoying. Don't play the game: Make as many friends as possible. You don't want some one to get more than you? I don't play that game I enjoy life. I be myself and let them come to me, on the other hand if everyone was like that you would have like no friends. I figured somthing out friends is spelled: Fry-ends, so think of them like this they're your fry ends. You need them there to complete you because they're your ends, yet they are fryed so you can't have alot of them.


Talents, goals, ℜewards. Life is not about that.

Life. Life is about God.

bumbum

I am such a lazy bumbum. I am still in my PJ's and as soon as I get up in the morning I go back to bed. And on the first day of school last year I got up got dressed etc. And then I went to sleep, a few hours later lukes waking me up saying its time to go to school (.) (.) E-gad! I have a very hard time keeping my space clean. I am lazy in school (only I repeat ONLY! somtimes). Here are some of the things I enjoy doing just to prove I am lazy:). I enjoy sleeping in, reading, listening to my radio. Watching TV,
Sitting by the fire place, a little shopping every now and then (oh! and when I do go I buy as much as possible ;). I am a lazy bum as you can see. I can see it, if can't lean in to the screen a little more so you can see, now open your eyes like this: (.) (.).
I just wanted an excuse to do: (.) (.) (hehe). Anyhow, I am lazy. It's my sin. Have you figured out what your top sin is?


Truly lazy,

RED

soft

Soft can be anything


fluffy can be anything

Everything can seem unfluffy when it is fluffy

Soft can be different in anybodys eyes.

A stick could be soft.

Or a kleenex

It really depends on what type of eye you've got

Soft is a really unpredictble thing

Soft, fluffy

fluffy, soft

FInd out what type of eye you've got

Its best for you

No one is commenting so far. For 3 days. Makes me sad:(

A quiz! Take it! please

Hi guys!

I feel like typing. So here I am typing.
Here is a quiz I want you too take. Print it out if you have a printer and if you don’t. Then copy and paste the questions in a comment, and answer them. Here it is:

What is your favorite holiday? __________Why? _________________________________


If you could have your dream friend what would they be like, what would they look like?


Eyes: ___________________________




Nose:___________________________


Hobbies:

Would they have a sense of humor?
Yes. No______


What color hair would they have would it be natural or dyed? __________________________


Why did you choose this answer? ____________________________



Would they be skinny or fat? Dark skin tone or light skin tone? __________________

_________________________________________________________



Back to you, what is your favorite type of socks for an example answer: Ankle socks and padded.___________________

Why do you like these socks? _____________________


Do you think you have good balance/posture?__________________

What is your favorite clothing item to wear?_____________________________


Describe your favorite outfit:____________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________________________


What is your favorite clothing line?_______________________


What is your favorite item of clothing to look at only?______________________________

Why only?_____________________________

______________________________________



Thanks for taking the quiz!

Your till ice screams, RED


Any comments about the quiz? Name them here!______________________________________

______________________________________________________________________________________


If you are going to print this please let me know on a comment and post the answers on your blog. So I can see them of course.

Ba®bie

She is a childs idol. Not the best really. Slim, skimpy, dumb blonde. I have no clue why toy makers or whatever we call them these days made her. She doesn't give a good impression about blondes:( She seems very vain, yet full of glamore and beauty. She is made in so many different forms nowadays but she still has the sameslim body. She can givepeople the impression: If you wanna look like me stop eating and you'll be as slim and petite as me *dimple, dimple*. Well that is awful. Yet on the other hand she is just a doll, a harmless doll. She can look different to people in different eyes.

Same with us.

Just ot back and...ow!

I had an awsome time snowboarding!

Owww! I am sooo stiff. My Butt is killing me! I love it you just cruise along. Speedy. Thats me, Speedy. I bet all of my family is gonna post about it. The wipe outs kill but it is so much fun.

The pull rope, OWWWWW! My poor poor brother. Luke went to the pull rope grabbed on and...WHAM! Luke was flying through the air and landed on the snow. I have to say the same thing happened to moi. It hurts, but you get used to flying within 4-5 times of it. But pro's can just grab on and have a fun ride up the mountain. There were so many little kids that could cruise up the slope..*sigh*. But I am good at the snowboarding part of it. Here is a picture of me, yet its not the best:)

long

I wonder what life is like to other people.
Everyone looks at life differently.
As a gift, torture, magical, happy, sad, fun etc.
I look at it as...well I can't answer that question..yet.
I guess I could say a shampoo sample, but its not quite right.
I got back from dance I'd say ohh...about a while ago.
Look at this simbol: @. Hehe some people at school call it the "shaw sign", I actually
find that quite funny.
Look at the eyes: (.) (.).

Cool eh?
I am going snowboarding tomorow. Another family adventure. *Sigh* I don't enjoy them as much as I did when I was a little kid.
Family is family not friends, family=friends, no they're family. Yet, times can be fun with the rents and Luke.
Snowboarding sounds fun though, my first time. Yike! I am nervous but happy.
Yoga pants. I want a darker pair, I have violet and blue but I am not a big fan of colorful clothes. I hate drawing attention to myself.
Coffee. I am starting to like it. Infact I like it alot it is...good? I don't know how to describe it.
My brother however: Takes a sip *choke* *gulp* "yumm...good..?".
Tree up.
Presents stacked.
Fire burning.
Stockings up.
These are signs that Christmas is among us. *Grin*.

Red

I should probley post on HOLIDAY, but this pic is hilarious!

Haha. The title of this picture is: The Greedy Dog. I love it.
It is so...different. Funny, humorus, well it is interesting. If not funny but, I like it.


RED

A girls so called best friend. Though I would say your best friend is your best friend.

boogie baby

Dancing. It isn't a sissy sport that people show off in. Dance is just as inportant as say..hockey. There are champion ships in dance, there are trophies, parties, awards etc etc. Dance is a big part of are lives we dance at parties, when we are happy, for no reason. We can dance because thats the way we show others that we feel this way or that.


Dance is huge, there are so many awards you can get for doing an lovely job. There are thousands of dance studios in the world. Girls and boys all over earth want to learn different types of dance. I have my Hip-Hop class tonight.

Dance is a sport not a silly little kid fun thing.


Take it seriosly.

Whoosh! Up to 13

People think I look way older. They say I look 12 at the least. My face makes me look like I am 13 or How old are you? Or What grade are you in? These are not insulting questions. For a fact I don't like my age I have been "the age" long enough.
I don't know really when I look at myself at myself I think I don't look older than anyone else I look 13 then I remember I am a few years behind. But all in all, I am *gulp* 10...*sigh*. It is odd how I have friends 2 to 3 years older than me.

*Sigh*. Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.

Hey!

I feel..

I feel....*glow*...*gleam* .

I have no idea what I feel like. It is positively odd how you are with your self all day and you have no idea what you feel.
I saw The Lion The Witch And The Wordrobe today, for the secound time. Its just too good, it is on my must see 5 times list.
Have any of you seen Mr. And Mrs. Smith? Its a good flick as well. School does not make me feel beautiful, at all. People say I have bushy eyebrows and should pluck them ( I do) and they ask me id I wash my face (because I have zits) it makes me want to cry, some of their questions:(. But yet I don't. I have heard a lot of mean things people can say.

It hurts

ho hum

A normal day.

Thats what it was today.

I am going to write a normal post.

But talk in ryme, the most.

We are going to see a movie tomorrow.

Me and my class there is such sorrow.

In the movie I shall see.

With me my class and me.

I love summer

When it is not summer it is a bummer.

I wish I was beautiful.

But I don't feel beautiful.

I want to be tall more than anything in the world.

Who here considers themselfs old?

Or a shiny type of gold?

By: RED


I thought you might want to see my "talent" in poetry it's not much as you can see.
And I would truly love to be tall. It's a gift from god to be tall, god does not want to give me that gift yet.
Maybe for christmas?

Oh Canada...Our Home And Native Land...True...etc. etc. etc.

Sports...

Back

Back, I am back.

Sad, I am sad


I won't be posting much, as I am in a very sad point of my shampoo sample now.
I just wanted to let you know I am back and may be posting every now and then.
I am very frusterated. I hate feeling this way:( I don't feel right. Somthing is missing.
Pray for me please.

Hannah update

Hannah will continue to be offline as she needs more time to reflect on what attitude she would like to bring forth to the table.

No Hannah here.

Hannah will be away from the computer for one week.

sprucies in the kitchen

Spruceies in the kitchen is such a great idea! I smell spicey food when I am looking at the blog.
Which is great because I love the smell of spicey food, that makes think the blog is magical *grin*.
I am wearing pink PJ's, and a hoddie and my bangs are wacko because yours truly just woke up.
I am going to church today but we're like always late.

The Saint Nickolas Day thing went a-o-k but yet not many chums showed up.
I am stiff today*no grin* I went to the hills (Luke wanted to go after school with a sled) I did not want to go to tell the truth I wanted to go home and drin a nice cup of hot choclate. I decided to try this really steep hill and I went in to the thorn bushes and boomed my neck against this big this branch it killed but I am ok though it felt like I couldnt talk at first it was scary but nothing else really happened no blood no tears but yes pain.

yours the stiff red head

RED

Back and insane

My color is back, I am glad to have it back as well. My mom got some new clothes for her birthday and your truly likes them too in fact I am wearing her fleece right now, a nice red color. I love the way the snow is coming and coming, pure magic. I love the way it sits on your eyelashes and the way it fluffs on to your jacket. I wish…NOTHING every thing shall come its way, though there are a few things where I would like to choose the way they come. I am so happy. Color galore! Good. I am so sure I am going insane in a colorful way. Which is wonderful, though it sounds odd that I am saying that going insane is wonderful it is a special type of insane. Magical. I am willing to take the long road for this year even though the short road seems less harsh, long ect.


RED

this kinda looks like me when I...

Dyed my hair. Sorta the same color hair/fur. He makes me feel "RED" since I am loosing my redness.

School is soon,

gotta run


RED