jk.
No, I am not a Twilight fan, and no, I will never become one. Actually, I just watched the trailer for the new movie (which ever one that is) and our computer has no sound. And within the first ten seconds, Jacob (aka, shirtless wolf man) rips his shirt off and starts running. I don't know why, but it just made me burst out laughing. Wolf man gets mad? He rips his shirt off. Wolf man happy? He rips his shirt off. Wolf man sad? He rips his shirt off. Wolf man cold? He rips his shirt off.
What does Edward do? Put on a turtleneck?
*Insert sinister laughter here*
Anyway, I got some questions for y'all (yea, I'm feeling Southern today. Not really. I wish I was Southern. Not really. I just want some Arnold Palmer Southern Style Half & Half. Really.). I discovered how to make buttons. Not the button your sweater button, but a bloggy button (Google is actually useful for something. Who knew?). Therefore, I edited several amazing photos of mine with Photobucket, and now, because they're all so awesome, I can't decide which to use. So I need you all to tell me which I should use.
Item #1
Item #2
This one is absolutely amazing (Kudos to Maddy for spending forever trying to get a good picture I liked) but, I thought it'd be better for HIS blog as it kind of has a God-centeredness to it.
Item #3
Item #4
Item #5
So, tell me what you think by answering in the poll that I should be put up over there somewhere -->
If I don't, then you can yell at me.
So. I just noticed that I say "so" a lot. I don't know why. I also can't type "just". You don't know, but I always have to retype it because I always type "jsut" instead. I can't get the pattern right in my fingers. Yup. Cool fact.
Anyway, I don't have much to say. Mostly because I have a bajillion things to do before I sleep and it's already past 10. But, for the sake of your sanity, I'll say a few more words.
And I just forgot those words.
Oh well.
Random facts. About me, because I'm self-centered. Yup. I'll do two, because I didn't do one in my previous post.
I have a very artsy farsty side. I love art. I can't draw to save my life (except cartoons. I'm not too bad with those). But I love looking at paintings and stuff. Example: We were at the fair last year and some guy had painted with complete purposeless things. It looked like someone has taken paint and just let it drip down the paper.
I thought it was the most fabulous thing I'd ever seen.
No lie. I almost couldn't keep walking. I just had to stare. It was like a vineyard of colors creeping down into the depths, or perhaps they were reaching up, trying to find light. Either way, it was fascinating. I also think paintings can usually capture a landscape better than a picture. I picture can only reflect what is seen with the eyes. But a painting can be used to see into the soul of it all. It's like the artist's emotions and feelings at the time they were there are revealed through their colors and strokes. It's like you're actually there. The environment, and what was felt during that moment, was carried into the paper.
Yea, so that's one thing.
When I was younger, I used to write, all the time. Like, I'd attempt to write novels and such. There was an old computer in my room at one point. It had no internet, but I could type stuff on it, and I'd stay up at night writing stories (usually some dumb romance story, written from a ten year-old's view, but I tried.) And before the computer, I had a notebook. Let me tell you, I now very much admire those men who copied the Bible down by hand. I can tell you, write all that stuff down is not so pleasant on the fingers. If I had any creative ideas for a story, I'd actually think of becoming a writer. Sadly, I lack the ideas needed for a story. And really any skill pertaining to writing, but that's besides the point.
So that's what's going on. Don't forget to vote on my blog button if you haven't already!
Cheers ♥
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