Doctor What?

Doctor Who.

Or just Doctor.

Ah so I decided to use Netflix. It really is amazing. So far I've just been watching Doctor Who but that's fine with me ^ ^ I have actually only watched one other episode (other than the 5 I just watched) and it was new and I was extremely confused. I'm currently on Season 1 Episode 6 - to tell you the truth I have no idea how long the seasons are or how many I have yet to go to catch up with the current ones but I have devoted the rest of my spring break to watching it.

I do like the doctor quite a bit. He's funny and...oh crap my mom is awake (2:07 am...hopefully she understands that it IS spring break and this isn't unusual for a teen...ahem...anyway.) I like the doctor's humor. I also like Rose but I'm worried because in the episode I watched, she (I think it was her) was about to get married and was living on earth....I prefered it when she was traveling with the Doctor xD

Again, anyway.

Hope everyone had a lovely day.

Cheers,
Laura

P.S- I watched The Hunger Games. I will do a "Reaction" post sometime but for now, I must watch at least one more episode.

Rag Curls

So I have been hearing things about style lately. One of the popular things is to put your hair up in rags. I tried this and I was actually pretty pleased with the results. You can find a great tutorial here. =)

In the Rags. I used a scrap piece of fabric and cut it up in fairly long strips.

 The morning after.

After school. 

This was really fun to do and I would recommend it if you would like a nice curl that doesn't damage your hair. Some tips:

1. Do not brush your hair after you take out the fabric! It will make your hair frizzy and rather large. 

2. Before you go to bed put a scarf on your head. It is more comfortable to sleep in and you don't have to worry about messing up your hair.

3. Put the rags in when your hair is wet. This will allow your hair to hold the curl for a longer amount of time.

As you can see, the curls will loosen up through out the day but they are definitely still there.

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo

I have not read this book yet. I heard about it a while ago but was weary of actually trying to read it. But then again I do like to try new things. =) I'll let you know what I think!

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Some random shananagins:

   I met the night walkers on a warm night in March. The sky was clear and I was able to see the stars shinning through the heavy darkness above me. As I walked down my street, a chorus of whispers and running feet made my entire body tense. I strained my neck to see ahead. Nothing.
 
I sighed and shook my head a bit, as if that would dissipate my thoughts. I'm not a very social person outside of my small group of friends. Hence the reason I became somewhat defensive. In the day time I walked with my head down, arms folded and my hair swinging lightly in front of my face. I avoided all confrontation, and only spoke when necessary. But you see, night is my element.

 I walked with my head held high, arms freely swinging at my sides and my hair pulled up tight into a bun, not giving a second thought about what I was doing. I'm not sure why the time of day really mattered, it wasn't like people ceased to exist during the night or anything ...but I still got a sense of self confidence at that time.

The fact that the whispers and footsteps bothered me was odd. No. I should say that the fact that there were unfamiliar noises to me at this point was odd. I know this small town well.

Evidently not well enough.

End - for now? Not sure. (This is NOT my short story for Creative Writing. This is just something I thought of earlier. So it's quite literally the first time I tried to actually "put it down on paper". Bear with me.)
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Godspeed,
Laura

Making an Impression

There are books and stories that stay with you. Some odd years in the future you may not be able to remember the title, who wrote it, or why you read it but you remember the story itself or at least parts of it that made an impression to you. I want to be able to create something like that. We are writing short stories in Creative Writing and all I can think of is how can I make this story unique, but not to the point where I'm trying too hard to do so.

I may or may not post it on here when it's finished but even if I don't I'll let you know how it turned out and how my teacher felt about it.

Cheers,
Laura

Books!

Is it a problem to read a lot? I mean...I'm kind of taking it to an extreme. I just figured out I read a 501 page book in two days and thought it was too short. I had no idea it was that "long" - thanks Kindle.

But really. I enjoy reading more than I do living my own life (except on sunny amazing days like today. Today I just felt like drawing.) I'll sit through the day thinking about being able to go home and escape into whatever separate world I'm in that day. I'm not exactly anti social but I'm not a social butterfly, you know?

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I got in trouble today - well not in trouble exactly but I was...questioned by a teacher and I'm not used to that so it felt more serious than it really was. I have been tardy to first period twice now. This has to stop. xD

I was literally so irritated during first period that I used my short story as a journal. My character somehow became me personality wise. I have a feeling I'll be changing that.
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In Western Civ. we are talking about Greek philosophy. I'm actually kind of interested in this. I have been before but not enough that I went looking it up and trying to live by their standards...no offense to people who do that though. I suppose in a way I was rebelling against it because I know people who do that and I really think they take life way too seriously sometimes and we only get to live it once, right? Don't try and relive someone else's story, make your own.

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Mm.

Strength.

That's what this reminds me off. Might be an improper description but I like it.

Feeling Like A Girl

Today I felt like being a girl so I went the whole nine yards. I went shopping with my mom and sister, bought a sun dress, makeup, a hunger games t-shirt and perfume. All of which I really like. So today I decided its not that bad of a thing to make an effort to look cute sometimes. I've never liked shopping but today I really did enjoy the process (once I felt good about my self due to the dress). I'm not sure on how well the makeup went but I just did my eyes. (It looks better without my glasses. Since my glasses have a dark brown rim, any eye makeup I wear seems to be overbearing.) 

Anyway.

I know this is not really an important thing and it won't change the world, but I do feel somewhat more confident and that makes all the difference. (To me.) 

Dear You,

Hello. I don't talk to you often anymore - not like I ever did really, but it was more often than this. I smile at you in the halls, trying to think a nice thought and get on with my day. I was kind of mad at you for a while, because you did it again. You took away someone that I cared about. The more I've thought about it, the more I have just let go. Its not your fault and I know you struggled against it. I look at you now and I see a hollow version of who you were...I have always looked up to you in a way. Compared myself. I now see that is pointless...sort of. I don't know why we do it as humans, but we do.

Back to you. You seem like a hollow version of who you were. I can't tell if you're happier or more lost than you were before and I suppose its none of my business. I see how thin you've gotten, and I'm half jealous and half worried. Why? How? Are you doing it on purpose and denying it? Not eating? You were and still are such a beautiful person and I hope you can shine in your own happiness some day. I'm not sure what the future will bring for you but I hope its bright. This "message" of sorts is just me releasing you from the list of people I blame and compare myself to. Farewell and I look forward to possible future memories.