pensive-muse

The Lord of the Rings Trilogy - Breathtaking. They really captured the books in a special way, even though some parts were left out. The special effects, in my opinion, were nearly flawless. The acting was, for the most part, extremely convincing. It was just such a good movie on so many levels.Fight Club - I don't know what it is about this movie, but I really like it. The acting was pretty good, and the story is just interesting. I guess that's what I really like about it...the fact that it's interesting. Not too action packed, and not boring, just a happy medium that still manages to hold your attention.Anything Monty Python - I am a sucker for Monty Python. I think it's because their senses of humor appeal well to mine. Everything is just so random and strange, but that's how my sense of humor works. I reccomend this to anyone who likes randomness, or won't try to break it down and make sense of it.

On a good day I can average around 100 WPM, and on a bad day, around 80 or so. My friends like to joke around by saying that I can type faster than I can think. Which isn't really a fair statement, now that I think about it

It's so interesting to see the variety of ages here! Usually I don't like to post my age in forums because sometimes people will hold it against you if you are too young. Now that I'm a few days away from being 16, I don't worry as much, but it's so hard to be a 13-year-old in a forum that has 30-year-olds. Whether you use proper grammar and spelling doesn't always matter once people find out that you're 13 And in case you didn't want to read that ramble, I'm 16

I actually think blogs are an interesting concept. I've never been one for keeping a journal, but it's interesting to be able to get fairly unbiased opinions on what's going on in your life, your problems, etc. Also, keeping a serious blog and typing with proper grammar, etc, is supposed to help improve communication and writing skills. Unfortunately, most of the people who need to improve their communication and writing skills are stuck in the net-speech rut. I can't stand trying to read someone's blog when they think it's cool to replace letters with numbers and shorten words that are already only 3 letters long (IE Are - R).

I've avoided him. If I know he's at my cousin's house, I just don't go. Luckily, he lives in a different city and I neglected to give him contact information. I've only seen him once since then, and he didn't really acnowledge me, which wasn't disapointing in the least. I think the biggest problem is that he's just immature. I was just totally blown away by the fact that he would actually flirt with someone that he'd previously thought was over a decade older than him and married to her brother. If I'd made that kind of mistake about someone, I wouldn't have the nerve to look them in the eye! My cousins couldn't believe he'd thought I was twenty-seven. Most people think I'm younger than I really am. He claimed it was because I sounded "smart and mature." That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. I guess he thinks that all sixteen year olds function on his level.

Unfortunately, a lot of my poems are melancholy. I have troubles expressing my feelings, and saddness is one of the easiest for me to express, especially through poetry. I have social anxiety disorder, which makes expressing my feelings to people particularly difficult. I guess that's why I turned to poetry...it's easier than trying to express myself to people. About the fate and destiny lines, if you look in the stanza before the first mention of fate and destiny, it talks about desire (to fade into blue), and that was supposed to carry into the next stanza, so the desire to fade into the blue carries into the desire to be able to let go of fate and destiny. Then in the "slave to fate and destiny" part, I'm trying to convey that though I desire to fade, I can't, because I'm a slave to my destiny.

I'm an officer in a student-led organization called FCCLA (Family, Career, and Community Leaders of America) and part of my job is sending mass emails to Family, Consumer Sciences Teachers throughout my state. Well, lately I've been having a problem. When I send something out, the replies never get to me. I've talked to several teachers who swear they replied, but I never received the reply. It's really embarassing to call someone to ask them the same question you emailed them, just to have them tell you that they've already sent it, especially since I'm a teenager and sometimes these teachers get a bit impatient and aggravated with me for having to call them at home about something they've already answered.Has anyone else been having this problem with gmail, where they don't get all of the replies people send in?

For the longest time, I would spend my weekends at my cousin's house. One thing about their house on the weekend is that there's constantly partying, and always a lot of people there. My older brother (who was 23 at the time. I'm 16) took me, like usual. I was just hanging out with 2 of my cousins, and several of my younger cousin's friends. We were talking about school, and I said something about my highschool, when one of the guys, who was 16 like m, looks at me and says, "Wait a minute...you're in highschool?""Yes." I replied, a bit annoyed at being asked such a seemingly obvious question."No way! How old are you?"I then told him I was 16, to which he replies:"That's impossible! You guys are pulling my leg! She's got to be at least 27! Isn't she married to that other guy?"My jaw literally dropped. I assumed the other guy he was talking about was my 23-year-old brother. He was. Where does the date part come in? Well after he found out that I was his age, he started hitting on me and coming on to me way too strongly. Later I found out that he had been under the influence of pot the whole time. Needless to say, I was pretty disgusted.

Tips for Guys:1. Don't cross the thin line between teasing and insulting. Especially if you don't know the girl very well. Realize that what you consider teasing she might find insulting and unattractive (I.E., Teasing her about a physical feature she might feel negative about)2. Don't be vulgar. It's not attractive to most girls for a guy to come on to her really strong right from the get-go. 3. REALLY be interested. Pretending to be interested doesn't work. Most of us can tell.4. Be sincere. This is probably one of the most important things to a lot of women. Even the most confident of women is insecure, especially when it comes to men. If she senses that a compliment or emotion you give is insincere, she'll doubt your intentions altogether. That's about all I can think of right now. I could write a book about this stuff though. Now if only I had any idea what was going on in a guy's mind!

This is just a random poem I wrote one day. It's not great, but I figure someone here might appreciate it. The inspiration was because of a friend of mine who was angry with me after I threw several poetry notebooks of mine away. I periodically throw away poetry notebooks, because I rarely like anything I write, and it's nice to purge away those emotions sometimes. The Blue I threw the old notebooks away. A friend was angry at me for doing so But he doesn't understand. I had to throw the notebooks away. It was time to move on, time to let the memories fade into blue Blue like the color of my blood lacking in oxygen from the cord wrapped around my neck when I was born Blue like the blood that flows through my lungs to fill again with the oxygen that keeps me alive. keeps me breathing when i desire to fade away. to fade into blue... a deep, dark blue not a blue for the weak. not a blue for the sad. a blue for those who have fallen into the darkest despair but have also found complete and total peace. Peace that only comes when one releases themselves to fate and let go of their destiny. I threw the old notebooks away... they were filled with memories... memories that were too blue. memories that would drown me in their deep pools of dark blue for i cannot fade away. i cannot fade into the blue. i am bound by my fate and a slave to my destiny. I threw the old notebooks away... for they hold the truth that I cannot face. the truth of me. my character. my fate my fate to die alone my fate to abandon all hope of love and peace and my fate to never shape my destiny. my fate to live in the blue but never truly fade away. I had to throw them away. Because they tie me to the blue Always lingering, never fading. I threw the notebooks away... into the blue.