Egypt

Topic of the week: Egypt
Not a topic I have much to write on. Yes, I know there's a "crisis" going on over there that has to do with protests and government and blah blah blah, but to be honest, I haven't followed ANYTHING on it, because frankly, I don't care. When it comes to Egypt, I'm only interested in the history; The gods and goddesses, the art, the mummies, the pyramids, not today's politics. Every country has a revolution, so why is everyone freaking out? You can't get anything accomplished without a bit of violence.

Valentine's Day

Today I've nothing to write about, and cannot think of a topic with the invasion of Good Girls Go Bad in my head.


Valentine's Day is coming up. I have no clue what to do. I've never actually had a valentine before .-. It's like "do we go here? Do we go there? Can we get a ride? Do we have the money? How about we go there?" and I don't even care what we do. We could get tacos, go to his house, and hang out with Christ, and I'd be fine. (Although, I'd prefer a milkshake ^-^) (Ugh, food cravings D:)
Also, what do you get a guy? Chocolate is a good choice, but just the candy or one of those stupid lil heart things? Some kid in my algebra class said he'd want the heart shaped box of chocolates and a giant teddy bear, but as his girlfriend said, not every guy is him. XD
Oh great, now I want some of those conversation heart candy things. The ORIGINAL ones [The ones that taste like Neccos]. I'm not happy about the new(er) ones that have flavors and stuff >.< Every year I look forward to eating the hell out of those, and last year Mum and I got a giant bag to find out they had flavors. They were good, for a bit, but eating too many were terrible and once they went stale I wouldn't touch them.


On another note: I WANNA RAVE!!!!!! D:<


P.S. I think everyone should update their blogs more and be interesting because I get bored and like to read stuff :)

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My sister is beautiful ♥

Ava Marie Dillon ♥

"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart."
-Helen Keller

"We are all born for love... it is the principle existence and it's only end."

-Benjamin Disraeli

Mirrors

I've realized, perhaps a long time ago if not just recently, I enjoy keeping a blog. My deviantART was becoming overflooded with meaningless posts on my thoughts. Now, I can keep my ramblings here and leave my dA with what it should be: my ART.

Since we do not have a topic today, I'll use one of the prompts from a 30-day writing challenge. Who knows, perhaps I may even use all 30. (I doubt it.)

Day 1: What you see in the mirror
[Of course it is not actually day 1 in the prompt :)]

I look in the mirror many times a day; To fix my makeup, to brush my hair, to make sure any bruises are covered, but I never see myself. Some days I see a girl who is pretty, but tries to hard to be so, and other days I see a girl that badly needs makeup and something done with her hair. Those girls are never me. I really stopped trying to be, well, anything a while ago, so how is this try-too-hard pretty girl me? But, at the same time, the way I view myself looks better than the girl with the pink-purple under her eyes, looking like bruises, her hair wavy and fluffy and definitely needing tied back or something. But if these people aren't me, who are they? And who am I? Am I the flash of the eye, the eyes that are ever changing their color, or am I hidden in there, somewhere, out of my sight?
Why is it so much easier to write when you disconnect yourself? Aren't we, as normal human beings, supposed to know more about ourselves than anyone else does?
If my soul had a reflection, what would it be?