I Will Never End

Last night I woke up late and it was back again
That noise I could hear.
I didn't know
what it was at first,
So I fell back into my dreams,
But the noise followed me into my dreams,
How odd I thought it was this noise was still in my dreams.
I let it continue 

I let it continue
It wasn't only a noise in my dreams
It hadn't only followed me there
I couldn't fall back into my dreams
What was it at first
What did I know about it
That noise that I could just barely hear
Once more it arrived again in the morning

Again this night I heard the noises
Once more it was so scattered
I knew what it was
What it was after a while
I fell back into my dreams
And it followed me until I slumbered
I wished for it to discontinue

It didnt end
Even as I slept
There were no dreams
I knew that it became real life
I knew what I had become
I cannot run from the noise
As it becomes more evident in my mind

I'm alone with this tremendous noise
I am surrounded there is no turning back
I am the noise
I am existing here
Within your dreams
Even as you sleep
I will never end

Bones of Faerie

I had a friend of mine recommend this book to me after reading "Luck+Love" (which you can find the beginning to http://helpimalmostanadult.blogspot.com/2010/08/preteen-girl-in-me-says.html )

Bones of Faerie is about a world where the real world and the faerie world which has become a world of lore.  Liza, the main character, has decided to pursue the dissaperance of her mother and is harboring a dark secret that she can not tell no one, not even her father.  She begins her journey across the lands (much like the lands of the Hunger Games, with fences and such and forbidden forests... you may hear about my dislike of the Hunger Games freqently for the next few months. At least until it dies down like Twilight.) with a partner (male, of course... CAN THE HUNGER GAMES HAVE GOTTEN ANY MORE PLAGERISTIC??) who decides to protect Liza on her journey to find her mother.
On the journey, Liza and her male counterpart fight thier way through a forest, and into another village that may hold more secrets that she can handle at one time. Here the Healers decide that Liza is someone is worth saving and allow that someone to live in the world and continue on thier journey. 
Along the way more travelers join the search in the quest to find Liz's mother who may or may not carry the gene to bring in the old world in with the new.
Can Liz find her mother? Will the Faerie world triumph? What is beyond the Golden Gate Bridge?
(I am so totally more into this than I am the Hunger Games let me tell you... it's got more of a story line than the terrible series! Here there is fighting, love, a hunt for another world, friendships won and family lost.... tell me where any of that truly exists in the Hunger Games and I will personally read the rest of the Hunger Games.)
*Hunger Games Bash #1*



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Inverse Cards

Hello! I have an idea, why don't we make a few birthday cards today! It's one of those days when you have nothing to do but be creative, so let's get creative!

We need:

Construction Paper

Patterned Paper

Newspaper

A tracable object

Pencil

Scissors

Glue

1. Fold a color of construction paper of your desire in half.
2. Carefully trace out your tracable object with your pencil on the front side of the card. (Can go off of the page, does make the cutting easier.)
3. Cut out the penciled in object, erase any lines that may still be left.
4. Open the card, on the side that has the cut out glue the patterned pieces of paper (and newspaper if you desire) FACE DOWN on the flap on the card. Be careful that you dont glue your card to the table. Wait for the card to entirely dry before doing anything else.
5. Turn the card over and voila! A beautiful homemade card that you made.

Mine is for my grandpa, it was his birthday this month! ☺ Happy Crafting! 

Killer

We know why we haunts the world.

We know why we lust for blood, but the lust will never be quenched.

We know why we want to kill, but the feeling will never be satisfied.

We know why we hunt, but we never become full.

We know why we are, but we cannot grasp the when.

We know why we haunts the world.

We kill the souls so that we might live.

We rape the lands so that we might grow.

We plunder the goods so that we might flourish.

We demolish the world so that we might become something.

We know why we haunts the world.

We are self centered.

We are narcissistic.

We are blemished.

We are unloved.

We know why we haunts the world. 

We want it dead.

Unliving.

Barren.

Only livable for us.

We know why we haunts the world.  

Snakes in the Classroom

Have you ever had a conversation with someone that suddenly sparked a funny memory? I had one of those today, when I was talking to someone from high school and suddenly I had flashbacks from Forensics class, senior year! I had a fun in that class, for a few different reasons!

 The memory that was triggered involved a snake. Yes, one of those sneaky, slimy, slippery, icky creatures. My Forensics teacher really likes snakes, apparently. Every now and then our class would fall at the same time that it was feeding time for the snake. I wish I could remember it's name, but it was cute and green and.... missing.
 One day it decided to go missing. The snake had a small enclosure where it had a mesh top, rocks to play in and a little food bin where my teacher put in the frozen mice and occasional noisy cricket. The tank sat in the front of the class where it didn't really bother anyone, unless if there was a cricket inside. A few times you could swear that the tank was moving, or the snake was for that matter, but really you were too involved in the class to really pay any attention.
 A few days later our teacher announced that whatever we did we could not move the book that was on top of the snakes cage. Apparently the snake had been moving the lid of his tank and if he was able to move it far enough, could very well escape. Fair enough, leave the book there, and the snake can't get out. But what if the snake can move the book as well? Well, we learned that lesson just a few days afterwards.
 The snake had figured out how to escape. For real. It had moved the lid, and the book and escaped. Who knows where it was! To hopefully trap the darn thing my professor left little petri dishes of frozen mice around the classroom FROZEN MICE. It was disgusting seeing little baby mice all over the classroom and still no return of the snake. What were we supposed to do then?
 It took weeks but finally the little rascal decided to return to our classroom and be safe in his cage. We were fortunate, but honestly, who would have thought that he would have escaped again?

Great Idea: In God We Trust

Payback is fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WRITE IT ON THE BACK OF YOUR ENVELOPES 

Or front 

WE THINK THIS IS A GREAT IDEA. WE'LL START WRITING IT ON THE

FRONT OF OUR ENVELOPES, TOO! ----------Including Bills

  You may have heard in the news that a couple of Post Offices in Texas  have been forced to take down small posters that say 

'IN GOD WE  TRUST ,' 

The law,they say, is being violated. 

 

Anyway, we heard proposed on a radio station show, that we should all write

' IN  GOD WE TRUST'  On the back of all our mail. 

After all, that's our National Motto, and -----
All the money we use to buy stamps. 
We think it's a wonderful idea.  

We must take back our nation from all the people who think that anything that offends them should be removed. 

 

If you like this idea, please pass it on and DO IT. The idea of writing or stamping.......... 'IN GOD WE TRUST '  On our envelopes sounds good to us .. 

SOME PEOPLE ARE HAVING A STAMP MADE TOO........ Lets use it as our signature on e-mails, too!

It's been reported that 86% of Americans believe in God. Therefore, we have a very hard time understanding why there's such a mess about having 'God We Trust!'  On our money and having God in the pledge of Allegiance.  

Could it be that WE just need to take action and tell the 14% to 'sit down and shut up'? 

If you agree, pass this on, if not, delete!!! 

BUT REMEMBER IF YOU DELETE THIS,That's one reason why this world is in the mess we're in now.

WE SIT BACK & LET IT HAPPEN!!  

 

IN  GOD  WE TRUST

Carrie

 I'm really getting into the whole supernatural spooky theme, and I'm really not that surprised. After watching The Amity ville Horror and reading it to see how much of it was true (see link for direct link to the Amity ville Horror http://helpimalmostanadult.blogspot.com/2012/02/amityville-horror.html ) I decided to read Carrie, just for kicks. My library provided me with this copy of the book, after they inter library loaned it.

 My mom told me not to read it to bed, but really, it wasn't that terrible to read in bed! I was able to read a few pages every night, and the story began to build. If any of you have seen the movie, it shouldn't be too different. It's next on my list to read, so I'll let you know how it goes if you haven't see it yet, like myself.

As it starts out, Carrie, the main character, gets her period. Now remember, this is the 1970's and a little bit different. Fortunately, there were still lockers room, it wasn't that long ago! Carrie was a bit of loner, with no friends and truly the but of every one's joke until senior year. She lived alone with her mother in a little house under a strict religious regimen. Her father passed away when she was too young to remember, and her mother had a miscarriage before Carrie even came into the picture. Her mother did not like Carrie and pretty much told her this everyday. With a mean mom and awful kids, and a sudden maturation, Carrie begins to sense a different kind of power within in her body.

Before long Carrie has mastered her new powers and uses them to develop control over her house and manages to snag a date for the Prom. As everyone knows, something bad happens at prom when it is in the movies or in the books, which I will not go very much into detail. In a nutshell, something goes wrong at Prom, which was supposed to be one of Carrie's shining moments, however, it did not go very well. It's not even mischief like in the Amity ville Horror ghosts, Carrie is a walking, talking terrifying creature that you would not want to meet in a dark alley. With or without pigs blood.

In the 1970's this book had rocked every one's worlds and the paranormal became something very frightening to think about, much less read about at night. If I was one of the first people to read it, I certainly would have slept with a night light and a working smoke alarm. And would have gotten rid of the fish tank. You know what happens when water and electricity is on the ground? It's not good, not good at all.

This is all from the great mind of Stephen King, who is by far, one of my favorite authors of the century. Thank you Stephen King for this great novel!

By Stephen King