So I changed my blog. Yay! I was way bored so I kept the blue, but I didn't like the lips or anything and I saw all kinds of pictures for titles, so I got jealous and tried to do it....
I failed, considering how gigantic that picture is. I'll figure it out, until then, BOO that picture must scare you!!! Hahahaah suckers. I scared you!
Never mind. I fixed it to something I really really like. Thanks guys for sticking with me!
<3 Mindy
Jan 31, 2011
Woot!
So. It's January 31. Last blog post of the month. I should make this good. I guess I could go on and on about how much I freaking love my boyfriend, but I'll save you the pain of reading it. Instead, I'll talk about my utter obsession for 30 Seconds to Mars. (Yes, I'm still very obsessed. Obsessions don't wear off easily.)
So Jared Leto is hot. Yet......he's 39 I've discovered. O.O
*Clears throat* I'm a little worried. He does NOT look 39. More like 28 but whatever, I guess that's his birthday. Gasp! What if he got Botox or something? That's scary. I doubt I'd like him anymore if his beauty was faked. Ewww. I like the natural kind......like my bf......*Cough* so anyway, our computer had been moved again into the family room upstairs, so now my brothers can see everything I'm doing, and it's....grr! But they're gone now, which makes me very happy. Yay! Happiness! They're busy with doing stuff. This makes me very happy. <3
I love Jared Leto, but now I'm not so sure. I'm going to have nightmares of him crawling in my bed with an ugly clown face. Eep! I hate clowns! They scare me! Abductions and Drowning also scare me.........eeps. What if he kidnaps me and drowns me with a clown face? A three in one combo. GEEZ that's CREEPY.
Quit thinking of that Mindy, see how hot he is?
Yes, exactly. Love.
Anyway, Happy February First tomorrow! But of course, I wouldn't miss that blog anyway, but still! It's an early wish!
Over and Out,
Mindy
So Jared Leto is hot. Yet......he's 39 I've discovered. O.O
*Clears throat* I'm a little worried. He does NOT look 39. More like 28 but whatever, I guess that's his birthday. Gasp! What if he got Botox or something? That's scary. I doubt I'd like him anymore if his beauty was faked. Ewww. I like the natural kind......like my bf......*Cough* so anyway, our computer had been moved again into the family room upstairs, so now my brothers can see everything I'm doing, and it's....grr! But they're gone now, which makes me very happy. Yay! Happiness! They're busy with doing stuff. This makes me very happy. <3
I love Jared Leto, but now I'm not so sure. I'm going to have nightmares of him crawling in my bed with an ugly clown face. Eep! I hate clowns! They scare me! Abductions and Drowning also scare me.........eeps. What if he kidnaps me and drowns me with a clown face? A three in one combo. GEEZ that's CREEPY.
Quit thinking of that Mindy, see how hot he is?
Yes, exactly. Love.
Anyway, Happy February First tomorrow! But of course, I wouldn't miss that blog anyway, but still! It's an early wish!
Over and Out,
Mindy
Jan 30, 2011
Hangover
No, we didn't have any booze, but you could never know. Nah, we (meaning my friends, BF, and I) all partied it up last night in my basement downstairs. I freaking love Saturday nights. So to highlight the night, my BF came over very first. Here is the situation:
Brett was suppose to come over around 3:30 and help me make cookies for the party, since he was my co-party-planner, and my BF just wanted to come over because he can. So anyway, I was playing this cool little Sim City game when he calls me and we talk and then he said that he's coming over soon, and I said cool, he'll be the first if Brett doesn't beat him. Well, while he takes him time coming over, Brett hasn't showed up, so I call just to remind him. His awesome mother answers and tells me that he's sick. O.O
SiCk?!?!? NOOOOO!!! I was so sad! Because we wouldn't see him! So I tell her to have Brett call me back and everything when he wakes up, because he was asleep. So my BF gets here and I'm in the middle of making cookies, and he helps me out and helps me set up for the party. We hang out in my room until Drew comes, let in by my brothers and sentenced downstairs, and then Kaeli texts me and says she's on her way. Hoorah! So before Kaeli shows up, Maddy shows up! YAY!!! So then that's.....one...two....FIVE! Yay! (Including myself) and then finally Kaylynn shows up. But Brett isn't here, because before Drew came, Brett called me back and told me he slept and woke up at the wrong time so he needed to shower and he'd be here in half an hour, but it's an hour now, and Kaylynn comes, and she said she'll call Brett. She does.....and Brett calls in sick again. So no Brett for us, which makes me very very sad because he's my co-planner. But it's not just that. Brett and I are like.....way good friends, and without the other at a party, it's pretty clear that one of us will be desperately sad to not have the other, despite all the others here. It really put a dent in my spirits last night.
But of course, it was still a party, everyone else was there, and we had fun. I almost had everyone participate in a ten minute memorial for Brett....like what me and Kaylynn would do for him at lunch time......but we didn't, everyone was so restless from sitting and watching a movie. I'm getting ahead of myself though.
I'm blogging what's happened for Brett, so that he can have fun......by reading it? I don't know, but Brett, I know you're reading this, and I love you. So here it goes:
Once everyone got here, we put in Disturbia. Thank goodness my bf brought it, otherwise we'd have to settle for one of my stupid disney movies, which he hates desperately. But anyway, I'm sad though, because Brett said he'd bring Penelope, but he didn't. Awwwww. Oh well, so we put that in and we all settled down with our "couples" (Maddy and Drew, Me and Bf, and.....well.....Kaylynn and Kaeli were alone.) But Maddy and Drew aren't a couple, they were just a little "Movie couple" for that night. Brindy and Julian were their nicknames.....Brindy came from my name and my Bf's name put together......ha......well anyway, Julian is a girl's name into a boy's name and that's Drew's butt's name. My butt's name is Harriet, Kaylynn's is Paulette, Maddy's is Georgette, My BF's is Marley, Kaeli's butt is Juanita, and.....Brett? Your butt's name is Kale. Sorry, but we named him for you. Kale was the main character's name in Disturbia.....tee hee. Now it's your butt's name. Anyway, so we watch Disturbia and we screamed a lot towards the end, then we made a family out of us. Me and my Bf were Mom and Dad. Brindy (Maddy) was our youngest, "Special" daughter. Amelia (Kaylynn) and Alice (Kaeli) were adopted, and Julian (Drew) was the random BF to Brindy. So Alice asks mom and dad where babies come from, and dad explains that there is a special cabbage garden, and each cabbage we pick out will soon sprout into a baby. (Cabbage Patch Kids >.<) Well, Amelia comments that she definitely doesn't want to be in the cabbage garden while we're picking. :P silly Amelia. That's a "That's what she said" joke within itself. Sorry Brett....this would have been so difficult for you if you were here.
But anyway, after that which had happened, we decided to put Star Dust in, but no one paid attention to it. Kaylynn got a call from her dad's girlfriend, and we sat away from the others while she talked. In fact, "sit" isn't even a correct term. We were moving around in circles on our knees....So when she was done with the call, I look at her and we suddenly both take off running on our knees to get to the tv room. It was very demented and funny. Then suddenly everyone wanted to have knee races, and so we had that which was suggested. The knee races brought my curious brothers downstairs and they witnessed Drew's epic slide into the playhouse under the stairs. Heh. It was delicious. But anyway, Ryan (Little six year old brother) came in and brought out his epic nerf sword and hit someone (Can't remember) with it, and I demanded a sword to face off with him. Three more nerf swords come, and it turns into a bloody brother battle of courage. Everyone fought everyone. Drew and my BF faced off, then me and him, then Maddy and Drew, then three people, then four, then a battle of the kids while the Monarchy (me and Bf) watched. Ha. It was great.
After a while, the boys went to bed and we all settled down against the wall, not even on the couches in the TV room, and....well....I don't know whow this happened, but it went from high energy sword fighting to deep confession night. Don't worry, nothing will be revealed on the internet. I'm way too respectful for that. Brett, ask us in private if you're curious.
After that, everyone had to go home.
:'(
Over and Out....
Mindy
Brett was suppose to come over around 3:30 and help me make cookies for the party, since he was my co-party-planner, and my BF just wanted to come over because he can. So anyway, I was playing this cool little Sim City game when he calls me and we talk and then he said that he's coming over soon, and I said cool, he'll be the first if Brett doesn't beat him. Well, while he takes him time coming over, Brett hasn't showed up, so I call just to remind him. His awesome mother answers and tells me that he's sick. O.O
SiCk?!?!? NOOOOO!!! I was so sad! Because we wouldn't see him! So I tell her to have Brett call me back and everything when he wakes up, because he was asleep. So my BF gets here and I'm in the middle of making cookies, and he helps me out and helps me set up for the party. We hang out in my room until Drew comes, let in by my brothers and sentenced downstairs, and then Kaeli texts me and says she's on her way. Hoorah! So before Kaeli shows up, Maddy shows up! YAY!!! So then that's.....one...two....FIVE! Yay! (Including myself) and then finally Kaylynn shows up. But Brett isn't here, because before Drew came, Brett called me back and told me he slept and woke up at the wrong time so he needed to shower and he'd be here in half an hour, but it's an hour now, and Kaylynn comes, and she said she'll call Brett. She does.....and Brett calls in sick again. So no Brett for us, which makes me very very sad because he's my co-planner. But it's not just that. Brett and I are like.....way good friends, and without the other at a party, it's pretty clear that one of us will be desperately sad to not have the other, despite all the others here. It really put a dent in my spirits last night.
But of course, it was still a party, everyone else was there, and we had fun. I almost had everyone participate in a ten minute memorial for Brett....like what me and Kaylynn would do for him at lunch time......but we didn't, everyone was so restless from sitting and watching a movie. I'm getting ahead of myself though.
*~*~*
I'm blogging what's happened for Brett, so that he can have fun......by reading it? I don't know, but Brett, I know you're reading this, and I love you. So here it goes:
Once everyone got here, we put in Disturbia. Thank goodness my bf brought it, otherwise we'd have to settle for one of my stupid disney movies, which he hates desperately. But anyway, I'm sad though, because Brett said he'd bring Penelope, but he didn't. Awwwww. Oh well, so we put that in and we all settled down with our "couples" (Maddy and Drew, Me and Bf, and.....well.....Kaylynn and Kaeli were alone.) But Maddy and Drew aren't a couple, they were just a little "Movie couple" for that night. Brindy and Julian were their nicknames.....Brindy came from my name and my Bf's name put together......ha......well anyway, Julian is a girl's name into a boy's name and that's Drew's butt's name. My butt's name is Harriet, Kaylynn's is Paulette, Maddy's is Georgette, My BF's is Marley, Kaeli's butt is Juanita, and.....Brett? Your butt's name is Kale. Sorry, but we named him for you. Kale was the main character's name in Disturbia.....tee hee. Now it's your butt's name. Anyway, so we watch Disturbia and we screamed a lot towards the end, then we made a family out of us. Me and my Bf were Mom and Dad. Brindy (Maddy) was our youngest, "Special" daughter. Amelia (Kaylynn) and Alice (Kaeli) were adopted, and Julian (Drew) was the random BF to Brindy. So Alice asks mom and dad where babies come from, and dad explains that there is a special cabbage garden, and each cabbage we pick out will soon sprout into a baby. (Cabbage Patch Kids >.<) Well, Amelia comments that she definitely doesn't want to be in the cabbage garden while we're picking. :P silly Amelia. That's a "That's what she said" joke within itself. Sorry Brett....this would have been so difficult for you if you were here.
But anyway, after that which had happened, we decided to put Star Dust in, but no one paid attention to it. Kaylynn got a call from her dad's girlfriend, and we sat away from the others while she talked. In fact, "sit" isn't even a correct term. We were moving around in circles on our knees....So when she was done with the call, I look at her and we suddenly both take off running on our knees to get to the tv room. It was very demented and funny. Then suddenly everyone wanted to have knee races, and so we had that which was suggested. The knee races brought my curious brothers downstairs and they witnessed Drew's epic slide into the playhouse under the stairs. Heh. It was delicious. But anyway, Ryan (Little six year old brother) came in and brought out his epic nerf sword and hit someone (Can't remember) with it, and I demanded a sword to face off with him. Three more nerf swords come, and it turns into a bloody brother battle of courage. Everyone fought everyone. Drew and my BF faced off, then me and him, then Maddy and Drew, then three people, then four, then a battle of the kids while the Monarchy (me and Bf) watched. Ha. It was great.
After a while, the boys went to bed and we all settled down against the wall, not even on the couches in the TV room, and....well....I don't know whow this happened, but it went from high energy sword fighting to deep confession night. Don't worry, nothing will be revealed on the internet. I'm way too respectful for that. Brett, ask us in private if you're curious.
After that, everyone had to go home.
:'(
Over and Out....
Mindy
Jan 28, 2011
Little Moments that Add Up
I stared at the glass, trying to guess my fate. Inside was swirling water, and it made me dizzy. Which way would my life turn? Could I predict it? The future was impossible to see, but I told myself there was one way. The water in the glass began to slow down, creating a tornado of murky brown water within the crystalline walls of the glass. The water that I thought was pure, was soiled and rotten instead; and I knew why. My past wasn't all diamonds and parties. It wasn't my pride and joy. My past was unspeakable, and I was afraid that at this moment, watching the water ooze into blood, that I would have to admit to the murder I had done.
We all tend to look back at what we have done. We all want to be modest and say that our pasts weren't as special as we wanted them to be, but we also just want to say our lives sucked and that we can't move on from what was. I wrote the passage above from the top of my head, and I used a glass analogy. To me, glasses represent the wall that supports our four -alities. Spirituality, Mentality, Physicality, and Emotionality. The water within the glass, is the sensitive heart. A heart poked and prodded, added to and taken away from. This heart should be balanced throughout our lives, yet we can't seem to control this balance. We give away our keys to balance and let someone else hold it rather than ourselves. For all we know, this person could abuse our key and steal away our heart. The murky brown water in the passage was this girl's heart, beat up and abused, but only because she believed it was her fault. She blamed it on her past, in a way to make it her fault. She believed that it was her past that set her on this course of life, the reason she ended up the way she was.
I was fifteen when it had happened. It was an influence I could only blame myself for. A good friend of mine led me to a boy I thought I would be with forever. I never realized how greedy I was. I didn't just want him, but I wanted her happiness, and I wanted everyone to be content. I found out the hard way that teenage drama wasn't going to end lightly. After I thought I wanted him, I found that he was too desperate, and found that my head was more clear than I took for granted. I experienced a hatred for the boy that wanted my dignity, and I blamed it on my friend. She didn't understand how important it was to me to get back at her. She thought I was joking. If I would have known about the glass then, I wouldn't have done it. But I did it anyway. It wasn't a physical murder, like some would expect. But to me, it was a gore I wished never to have seen. I watched her everyday, and everyday her makeup would smear a little more. Her friends would turn their noses up at her, and everyday, her back slouched a little farther. It wasn't long until my goal was accomplished, and the bright girl I used to know was a walking ghost, waiting for that moment to see the light. A light that I would never let her see.
You wonder how our character could have become so evil in such a short passage. Words could not explain the months she went through. Words would never be able to tell her story casually. She let her glass heart bubble and boil to the point of breaking. Her glass began to leak. The four -alities were thrown into a balance far too unhealthy for such a person to go through. Her case was rare, her hormones and condemnation were impervious to the tidal waves that tried to tame her. She let her friend take her key, and she had to get her key back. Our minds, however, go to much more extremes to obtain this goal than we think. The importance of getting our key back is part of human survival. We were born to be independent and controlling. Some people, however, are beyond the point of no return.
No one knew what had happened to her, but as a few years go by, I found myself slowly healing from such a drama. People tell me it wasn't my place to believe that. I had a new friend, one who had troubles with herself and others. A specific other, was her best friend, a guy with a pyromaniac label. My friend worried for her guyfriend, and I was insulted. She came to me for help, and I tried my best, but jealousy flooded in. I decided to talk to him, against my friend's wishes, and I found myself trembling in anger from the stubborn attitude he had. He threatened to take away my life if I ever tried to intervene again. I didn't take this lightly. If I had known about the glass then, I wouldn't have done what I had. I would have known that my murky water would be turning red with hate, and my glass will have another added crack. I probably wouldn't have cared. Such a threat to me was like a nuclear bomb destroying the world. That time, it was my world.
Drama Queen, some would label her. Except it was more than that. Her heart could only take so much insult, so much pain. Everyone could agree, if they had to give up their own pure hearts for such an experience. It wasn't fair for such a girl to go through such a trial. With trial, came error, and with error, came wisdom, but our protagonist didn't know this then. In fact, our antagonist, in which case, was her off-balanced self, used this under-assimilated experience of hers to turn everything against her. It was her murky glass that decided to finally break.
I considered a new path, something not as hard for both myself, and others around me. For it was obvious that I was a problem that needed an evaluation. Both my heart and my mind told me to take the knife and end it here. Here--the life that I worked so hard to achieve, but failed. Here, I was nothing but a lost person with a winding path into an abyss. I didn't know what I was going to see or meet below, but the last thing I would want was to meet someone just like me.
And that was what happened to our character. She found that person, but it wasn't by taking her own life. A little mirror sat in the corner of her heart, reflecting everything, being the lifeline that let her thoughts hesitate and consider what she was doing. That mirror within her formed a new glass for her heart with a gamble of her life, and it was that gamble that brought our character out of the darkness. She sought out help, instead of trying to be completely alone. Her soul was a restless feather, being blown every which way, but she found refuge in the last place she would have thought of. Home.
I stared at the glass, trying to guess my fate. Inside was swirling water, and it made me dizzy. Which way would my life turn? Could I predict it? The future was impossible to see, but I told myself there was one way. The water in the glass began to slow down, creating a tornado of murky brown water within the crystalline walls of the glass. But this time...I willed it to settle into a lake of sparkling beauty.
The End
We all tend to look back at what we have done. We all want to be modest and say that our pasts weren't as special as we wanted them to be, but we also just want to say our lives sucked and that we can't move on from what was. I wrote the passage above from the top of my head, and I used a glass analogy. To me, glasses represent the wall that supports our four -alities. Spirituality, Mentality, Physicality, and Emotionality. The water within the glass, is the sensitive heart. A heart poked and prodded, added to and taken away from. This heart should be balanced throughout our lives, yet we can't seem to control this balance. We give away our keys to balance and let someone else hold it rather than ourselves. For all we know, this person could abuse our key and steal away our heart. The murky brown water in the passage was this girl's heart, beat up and abused, but only because she believed it was her fault. She blamed it on her past, in a way to make it her fault. She believed that it was her past that set her on this course of life, the reason she ended up the way she was.
I was fifteen when it had happened. It was an influence I could only blame myself for. A good friend of mine led me to a boy I thought I would be with forever. I never realized how greedy I was. I didn't just want him, but I wanted her happiness, and I wanted everyone to be content. I found out the hard way that teenage drama wasn't going to end lightly. After I thought I wanted him, I found that he was too desperate, and found that my head was more clear than I took for granted. I experienced a hatred for the boy that wanted my dignity, and I blamed it on my friend. She didn't understand how important it was to me to get back at her. She thought I was joking. If I would have known about the glass then, I wouldn't have done it. But I did it anyway. It wasn't a physical murder, like some would expect. But to me, it was a gore I wished never to have seen. I watched her everyday, and everyday her makeup would smear a little more. Her friends would turn their noses up at her, and everyday, her back slouched a little farther. It wasn't long until my goal was accomplished, and the bright girl I used to know was a walking ghost, waiting for that moment to see the light. A light that I would never let her see.
You wonder how our character could have become so evil in such a short passage. Words could not explain the months she went through. Words would never be able to tell her story casually. She let her glass heart bubble and boil to the point of breaking. Her glass began to leak. The four -alities were thrown into a balance far too unhealthy for such a person to go through. Her case was rare, her hormones and condemnation were impervious to the tidal waves that tried to tame her. She let her friend take her key, and she had to get her key back. Our minds, however, go to much more extremes to obtain this goal than we think. The importance of getting our key back is part of human survival. We were born to be independent and controlling. Some people, however, are beyond the point of no return.
No one knew what had happened to her, but as a few years go by, I found myself slowly healing from such a drama. People tell me it wasn't my place to believe that. I had a new friend, one who had troubles with herself and others. A specific other, was her best friend, a guy with a pyromaniac label. My friend worried for her guyfriend, and I was insulted. She came to me for help, and I tried my best, but jealousy flooded in. I decided to talk to him, against my friend's wishes, and I found myself trembling in anger from the stubborn attitude he had. He threatened to take away my life if I ever tried to intervene again. I didn't take this lightly. If I had known about the glass then, I wouldn't have done what I had. I would have known that my murky water would be turning red with hate, and my glass will have another added crack. I probably wouldn't have cared. Such a threat to me was like a nuclear bomb destroying the world. That time, it was my world.
Drama Queen, some would label her. Except it was more than that. Her heart could only take so much insult, so much pain. Everyone could agree, if they had to give up their own pure hearts for such an experience. It wasn't fair for such a girl to go through such a trial. With trial, came error, and with error, came wisdom, but our protagonist didn't know this then. In fact, our antagonist, in which case, was her off-balanced self, used this under-assimilated experience of hers to turn everything against her. It was her murky glass that decided to finally break.
I considered a new path, something not as hard for both myself, and others around me. For it was obvious that I was a problem that needed an evaluation. Both my heart and my mind told me to take the knife and end it here. Here--the life that I worked so hard to achieve, but failed. Here, I was nothing but a lost person with a winding path into an abyss. I didn't know what I was going to see or meet below, but the last thing I would want was to meet someone just like me.
And that was what happened to our character. She found that person, but it wasn't by taking her own life. A little mirror sat in the corner of her heart, reflecting everything, being the lifeline that let her thoughts hesitate and consider what she was doing. That mirror within her formed a new glass for her heart with a gamble of her life, and it was that gamble that brought our character out of the darkness. She sought out help, instead of trying to be completely alone. Her soul was a restless feather, being blown every which way, but she found refuge in the last place she would have thought of. Home.
I stared at the glass, trying to guess my fate. Inside was swirling water, and it made me dizzy. Which way would my life turn? Could I predict it? The future was impossible to see, but I told myself there was one way. The water in the glass began to slow down, creating a tornado of murky brown water within the crystalline walls of the glass. But this time...I willed it to settle into a lake of sparkling beauty.
The End
Jan 26, 2011
The Terrifying Realization
So I finally realized something important today. After I received free brown playdough, after I ran 40 sprints on the pacer, I was sitting in my Geometry class, silently loathing the subject to myself, when it hit me. My startling realization sent chilling shivers down my spine with a rocking tremble, and I knew I was screwed for life. You see, it all happened the day before today. Yesterday, if you will. I went into my Geography teacher's classroom and we partied because of our awesome Honors projects. Well. They assigned me to make a game of life for a different country. It was a project that was equivalent to two normal Honors Geography projects. It was a big project. Anyway, the glass-shattering shivers that tripped and stumbled and crashed down my back pulled me back into reality. It was then, that I realized how much homework I had to do. My Geometry teacher assigned me to, sometime during the semester, make a short 3 minute music video for Geometry. Shoot. Me. So along with my Honors Project, I have this, a bunch of small little math homeworks of problems I don't understand, A Book Report for English, (Which I have to do before hand, because I'm going Skiing), and then lastly, write a thank you note to a person for extra credit in Teen Living. How long ago did this semester start? Blarg! Rip my head off and feed it to the dogs why don't ya?!
Over and Out!
<3 Mindy
Over and Out!
<3 Mindy
Jan 25, 2011
My Zodiac Sign, A Break Down, Including Sarcasm
Okay, Sagittarius. My element is Fire, I'm ruled by Jupiter, and I'm a centaur with a bow. I found this cute little article online:
"Twelve Signs of the Zodiac"
Sagittarius
Your element: Fire
Your ruling planets: Jupiter
Symbol: The Archer
Your stone: Turquoise
Life Pursuit: To live the good life
Vibration: Overly expressive - frequent burnouts
Sagittarian's Secret Desire: To make a difference in the world
Description:
Ruled by the benefic planet Jupiter, Sagittarians possess a natural exuberance, sense of adventure and love of life that makes them one of the most optimistic zodiac signs of all. Like their astrological symbol - the Archer - Sagittarians are renowned for aiming their sights towards whatever it is they find alluring - a love partner, dream job, vacation - and making it their own. They believe that anything is possible - and because of this belief system, Sagittarians are adept at seeking out their very own pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
But sometimes trying to tie down these free-spirited individuals is frustrating for those around them. Sagittarians are happiest on the move - exploring new cultures and ideas and many are attracted to occupations related to travel, the media, outdoor work and philosophical pursuits. In love, their catch-cry is "don't fence me in". But once they find a partner who understands their need to retain their own sense of self and identity, Sagittarians can be the most big-hearted, generous and fun-loving companions of all.
Freedom loving, optimistic and honest, Sagittarians are ruled by Jupiter, the planet of abundance and higher learning. The wisdom of Jupiter imbibes Sagittarians with an inherent need to develop their own unique philosophy of life. The Centaur is their astrological symbol, and it gives many insights into the Sagittarian personality. The higher-evolved Sagittarian learns to integrate the two ends of the Centaur (half-human, half-beast) in order for their arrow (another Sagittarian symbol) of higher aspirations to be more on the mark. Although they are intellectually and spiritually advanced, Sagittarians are notorious for their lack of tact. In relationships they demand independence, but when in love, it can't be denied that they are one of the most big-hearted signs of the zodiac.
Okay, so now I want to dwell on this. Let's break this up little by little, shall we? First of all: FIRE!!!!! BURRRNNN!!!!! Second: Jupiter? Pfft. Lame. Third: The Archer....it has a nice ring to it. Fourth: Turquoise is ugly. I'm sorry, but it is. Fifth: My apparent life pursuit sounds pretty good. I think it'd be great to live the good life. Sixth: You know, I am overly excessive, and my frequent burnouts happen when I eat sugar and get those....sugar crashes. Heh. Last: Sorry, but that's not my secret desire. My secret desire is secret for a reason. Shh. Secretive.
To the beginning then? First Sentence: I'm told I'm pretty optimistic. I do love life, because in life, you can do a lot of cool things.......exuberance. I like that word. Natural though? Yum. Now, My thoughts on Adventures: HOLY FREAKING AMAZINGNESS! I WANT AN ADVENTURE. I like those sort of things where the heroine gets hurt, and the hero kisses it better with a strong, passionate kiss. Mwa! That's my kiss sound. Yum. Also, I want to blow someone's head off with a fragmented bullet. That'd be pretty darn awesome. Second Sentence: My symbol is the archer. I like that, because Archery is sexy, but not nearly as freaking amazing as decapitating someone with a butcher knife....ahem....I'm getting ahead of myself. Aiming my sights is pretty easy also. Think about it: When you see a shiny new diamond, you can't take your eyes off it. Especially if you have a chance of...say...winning it for free! With sights on a love partner, dream job, or vacation........Dude, you got me at all three! Aloha! Oh yes, I'll make it my own. Third Sentence: However, I don't believe EVERYTHING is possible, ohhhh but honey, if I could get some gold at the end of the rainbow, count me in! I wouldn't call this a belief system though, that sounds sort of geeky. Having my own belief. I already converted to Drewish!
Fourth Sentence: Haa.....just ask Kaylynn. My optimism is definitely spreadable! Heee! And tying me down....good luck! I'll bite your hands off! Fifth Sentence: So this one I really like. I am happy when I'm moving and exploring. Those are the two things I do best. Whether it's exploring my backyard, or walking down the street when I'm jittery, I can be pretty happy. I've been very proactive lately also, I actually like PE! A LOT! I like the stretches. I want to be strong. Anyway, Exploring new cultures and Ideas are what I live for. When I hear something, I think, dude, that's cool, because I don't know about others, but I'm very open minded. Cultures fascinate me to no end. Chinese? Japanese? Indian? German? YOU NAME IT! I'll gladly learn about them all. Travel is very alluring....hehe....I'm attracted to it. I'm sure most know I'm deeply into writing, so if that goes under Media, YAY!!!! I'm happier than ever now. Also, Outdoor work and Philosophy....if it counts for geology and sitting in the sun, SURE! I don't like weeding.... Sixth Sentence: "Don't Fence Me In!" See? I said it! Seventh Sentence: Aw shucks, I'm touched. It's true though, I need some independence and identity.....otherwise I wouldn't know what to call myself! I WOULDN'T be Mindy! You'll all be sad and depressed. Now I am pretty big-hearted, generous, and lovable person out there, admit it guys. Oh yes. (Pst. I love Fun!)
Eight Sentence: So why abundance? It sounds like a harvest god or something. Ninth Sentence: Actually that is true, I'm a unique person, and I want my own philosophy of life. If I can make it, then so help me I will. But how does Jupiter grant me this power? I don't assimilate.... Tenth Sentence: Elaborate? So I'm a centaur....a half-human half-beast thing! That's not very attractive, having a horse's butt! Eleventh Sentence: So let's say I shoot an arrow....and it hits the guy right in the eye? Is that because I'm part horse? Wow.........awesome. BUT I want to hide my horse butt like Chiron in Percy Jackson. Hehe That'd be pretty cool. WAIT. I don't want to be in a wheel chair...Shoot. There's no winning with this, is there? Twelfth Sentence: Not so sure on the spiritual.....unless we're talking about Inner Mindy and my demons, which is completely, 100% refined and in tune with my outer appearance and behavior. ;) I'm pretty smart though, Intellectual is a very smartical word. Except....what is tact? My demons? Thirteenth Sentence: Oooh so now I'm a big-hearted, part centaur, awesome aiming, lover? This is pretty high tech. It makes me happy. Yes, I do want independence too, like I stated above. Thanks for making me repeat that.
Now, I was not born on December 22, so HA YOU STUPID SUN SIGNS!! BLAAAAA!!!! Just kidding, I love you, Sun Signs, I really do. Jk I hate you, Sun Signs, I really do. Oh dear, I can't seem to make up my mind with this......Do I love? Or do I hate? I say it's a bitter-sweet thing.
So, did this describe me as much as I thought it described me? If so, please, feel free to comment. I love new commentors. Haa....commentors isn't even a word. In your face Webster, I just used a non-word. BLAHAHAHHA!!!!
Over and Out!
<3 Mindy
"Twelve Signs of the Zodiac"
Sagittarius
Your element: Fire
Your ruling planets: Jupiter
Symbol: The Archer
Your stone: Turquoise
Life Pursuit: To live the good life
Vibration: Overly expressive - frequent burnouts
Sagittarian's Secret Desire: To make a difference in the world
Description:
Ruled by the benefic planet Jupiter, Sagittarians possess a natural exuberance, sense of adventure and love of life that makes them one of the most optimistic zodiac signs of all. Like their astrological symbol - the Archer - Sagittarians are renowned for aiming their sights towards whatever it is they find alluring - a love partner, dream job, vacation - and making it their own. They believe that anything is possible - and because of this belief system, Sagittarians are adept at seeking out their very own pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
But sometimes trying to tie down these free-spirited individuals is frustrating for those around them. Sagittarians are happiest on the move - exploring new cultures and ideas and many are attracted to occupations related to travel, the media, outdoor work and philosophical pursuits. In love, their catch-cry is "don't fence me in". But once they find a partner who understands their need to retain their own sense of self and identity, Sagittarians can be the most big-hearted, generous and fun-loving companions of all.
Freedom loving, optimistic and honest, Sagittarians are ruled by Jupiter, the planet of abundance and higher learning. The wisdom of Jupiter imbibes Sagittarians with an inherent need to develop their own unique philosophy of life. The Centaur is their astrological symbol, and it gives many insights into the Sagittarian personality. The higher-evolved Sagittarian learns to integrate the two ends of the Centaur (half-human, half-beast) in order for their arrow (another Sagittarian symbol) of higher aspirations to be more on the mark. Although they are intellectually and spiritually advanced, Sagittarians are notorious for their lack of tact. In relationships they demand independence, but when in love, it can't be denied that they are one of the most big-hearted signs of the zodiac.
Okay, so now I want to dwell on this. Let's break this up little by little, shall we? First of all: FIRE!!!!! BURRRNNN!!!!! Second: Jupiter? Pfft. Lame. Third: The Archer....it has a nice ring to it. Fourth: Turquoise is ugly. I'm sorry, but it is. Fifth: My apparent life pursuit sounds pretty good. I think it'd be great to live the good life. Sixth: You know, I am overly excessive, and my frequent burnouts happen when I eat sugar and get those....sugar crashes. Heh. Last: Sorry, but that's not my secret desire. My secret desire is secret for a reason. Shh. Secretive.
To the beginning then? First Sentence: I'm told I'm pretty optimistic. I do love life, because in life, you can do a lot of cool things.......exuberance. I like that word. Natural though? Yum. Now, My thoughts on Adventures: HOLY FREAKING AMAZINGNESS! I WANT AN ADVENTURE. I like those sort of things where the heroine gets hurt, and the hero kisses it better with a strong, passionate kiss. Mwa! That's my kiss sound. Yum. Also, I want to blow someone's head off with a fragmented bullet. That'd be pretty darn awesome. Second Sentence: My symbol is the archer. I like that, because Archery is sexy, but not nearly as freaking amazing as decapitating someone with a butcher knife....ahem....I'm getting ahead of myself. Aiming my sights is pretty easy also. Think about it: When you see a shiny new diamond, you can't take your eyes off it. Especially if you have a chance of...say...winning it for free! With sights on a love partner, dream job, or vacation........Dude, you got me at all three! Aloha! Oh yes, I'll make it my own. Third Sentence: However, I don't believe EVERYTHING is possible, ohhhh but honey, if I could get some gold at the end of the rainbow, count me in! I wouldn't call this a belief system though, that sounds sort of geeky. Having my own belief. I already converted to Drewish!
Fourth Sentence: Haa.....just ask Kaylynn. My optimism is definitely spreadable! Heee! And tying me down....good luck! I'll bite your hands off! Fifth Sentence: So this one I really like. I am happy when I'm moving and exploring. Those are the two things I do best. Whether it's exploring my backyard, or walking down the street when I'm jittery, I can be pretty happy. I've been very proactive lately also, I actually like PE! A LOT! I like the stretches. I want to be strong. Anyway, Exploring new cultures and Ideas are what I live for. When I hear something, I think, dude, that's cool, because I don't know about others, but I'm very open minded. Cultures fascinate me to no end. Chinese? Japanese? Indian? German? YOU NAME IT! I'll gladly learn about them all. Travel is very alluring....hehe....I'm attracted to it. I'm sure most know I'm deeply into writing, so if that goes under Media, YAY!!!! I'm happier than ever now. Also, Outdoor work and Philosophy....if it counts for geology and sitting in the sun, SURE! I don't like weeding.... Sixth Sentence: "Don't Fence Me In!" See? I said it! Seventh Sentence: Aw shucks, I'm touched. It's true though, I need some independence and identity.....otherwise I wouldn't know what to call myself! I WOULDN'T be Mindy! You'll all be sad and depressed. Now I am pretty big-hearted, generous, and lovable person out there, admit it guys. Oh yes. (Pst. I love Fun!)
Eight Sentence: So why abundance? It sounds like a harvest god or something. Ninth Sentence: Actually that is true, I'm a unique person, and I want my own philosophy of life. If I can make it, then so help me I will. But how does Jupiter grant me this power? I don't assimilate.... Tenth Sentence: Elaborate? So I'm a centaur....a half-human half-beast thing! That's not very attractive, having a horse's butt! Eleventh Sentence: So let's say I shoot an arrow....and it hits the guy right in the eye? Is that because I'm part horse? Wow.........awesome. BUT I want to hide my horse butt like Chiron in Percy Jackson. Hehe That'd be pretty cool. WAIT. I don't want to be in a wheel chair...Shoot. There's no winning with this, is there? Twelfth Sentence: Not so sure on the spiritual.....unless we're talking about Inner Mindy and my demons, which is completely, 100% refined and in tune with my outer appearance and behavior. ;) I'm pretty smart though, Intellectual is a very smartical word. Except....what is tact? My demons? Thirteenth Sentence: Oooh so now I'm a big-hearted, part centaur, awesome aiming, lover? This is pretty high tech. It makes me happy. Yes, I do want independence too, like I stated above. Thanks for making me repeat that.
Now, I was not born on December 22, so HA YOU STUPID SUN SIGNS!! BLAAAAA!!!! Just kidding, I love you, Sun Signs, I really do. Jk I hate you, Sun Signs, I really do. Oh dear, I can't seem to make up my mind with this......Do I love? Or do I hate? I say it's a bitter-sweet thing.
So, did this describe me as much as I thought it described me? If so, please, feel free to comment. I love new commentors. Haa....commentors isn't even a word. In your face Webster, I just used a non-word. BLAHAHAHHA!!!!
Over and Out!
<3 Mindy
Nosy Parents....Beach Parties in London.....Life can't get anymore suckish
"Did you kiss him?" "French kiss?" "Anything bad happening?" "He's SIXTEEN?!?!" "Lord Help us, our daughter's dating!"
Well Blarg you. So. This is how you want me to spend my teenage years. Your little heads buried in my physical relationship with my boyfriend. Hmm....not very appealing to Mindy. Sure, you guys want to be protective, but I'm not going to tell you every single little thing. Texts: "Where are you?" "Are you with friends?" "Don't worry, I won't bug you" "One last thing: Are you with him?" "When are you coming home?" All in the matter of thirty minutes after school lets out. Annoying? I think so. I don't want to look like some girl addicted to texting in front of my boyfriend. How lame is that? It's bad enough he knows I'm freaking obsessed with 30 Seconds to Mars. So Why? WHYYYYY??!! How does he feel about this? My parents all up in our business? Does he want privacy? I assure you he does, and so do I. Darn it parents for making me promise to tell you things. I shouldn't have, but what could I have said?
"Mindy, you need to tell us everything big that happens if I'm to let you date."
"No! I refuse!"
"BLARGGGG you aren't dating anymore! I sentence you to your room!"
*Sadness*
So you see why I cannot risk such a thing? It was either accept it, or watch my social life plummet. Which would you prefer? I prefer to have the chance to date and tell my parents if I've "french kissed" than not date at all. In fact, if I truly must tell them everything that goes on between me and him, then so be it, but I may not be telling the truth 24/7. Just saying. In fact, I might just avoid talking to them all together. Ignore their texts. Ignore their calls. Come inside and ignore their yelling-- haa.....that's weird. Wait. Wait wait wait! I'm a teenager. I'm suppose to develop my independence. I can't rely on mommy and daddy anymore. Fifteen is a good age to begin. I want to be different, unique. Sixteen is too cliche. Seventeen and Eighteen are too old. What better time, than fifteen? Ha. Genius. But that doesn't mean I'm going to get SERIOUS. It means I'm going to try new things and not rely on my parents to be my walker. Time to take the training wheels off. Time to be a woman. It may be difficult though, what with my parents feeling betrayed and angered at me. Oh well, they'll have to deal with it. Because guess what? I'll find a way around it. If they want me to be a depressed, heavy-metal-listening teenager, so be it, I will. Bwahaha!
Or I can be happy and then they can be happy. Their choice.
I guess I should also talk about Beach Parties in London. So.....I love Potter Puppet Pals, (On youtube, look them up) and I want to dwell on the idea of "Beach Parties in London." First of all, isn't it too cold? I mean....the grey ocean lapping at a rocky cliff doesn't sound as appealing as California or Hawaii. (>.<) Also, Beach parties should include college students high on booze. That would make a great party. Maybe a girl in beauty school giving free hair cuts, and a fat man who needs to wax. Yes, that would be pretty spectacular. Maybe throw London sand down somebody's trunks and yell "KOWABUNGA" while flying off a hundred foot cliff of insanity! Haa! I love that book! The Princess Bride. <3 "The Cliffs of Insanity". Good book. Good Movie. Good story plot. Wait! I was talking about Beach Parties in London. Haa....anyway. Yes. Have a man who says "My name is Black, but you may call me mister." Have a woman with a one piece swim suit and purple hair with Botox. Yay!
Anyway, I should stop wasting your fantastic time.
Over and Out!
<3 Mindy
Well Blarg you. So. This is how you want me to spend my teenage years. Your little heads buried in my physical relationship with my boyfriend. Hmm....not very appealing to Mindy. Sure, you guys want to be protective, but I'm not going to tell you every single little thing. Texts: "Where are you?" "Are you with friends?" "Don't worry, I won't bug you" "One last thing: Are you with him?" "When are you coming home?" All in the matter of thirty minutes after school lets out. Annoying? I think so. I don't want to look like some girl addicted to texting in front of my boyfriend. How lame is that? It's bad enough he knows I'm freaking obsessed with 30 Seconds to Mars. So Why? WHYYYYY??!! How does he feel about this? My parents all up in our business? Does he want privacy? I assure you he does, and so do I. Darn it parents for making me promise to tell you things. I shouldn't have, but what could I have said?
"Mindy, you need to tell us everything big that happens if I'm to let you date."
"No! I refuse!"
"BLARGGGG you aren't dating anymore! I sentence you to your room!"
*Sadness*
So you see why I cannot risk such a thing? It was either accept it, or watch my social life plummet. Which would you prefer? I prefer to have the chance to date and tell my parents if I've "french kissed" than not date at all. In fact, if I truly must tell them everything that goes on between me and him, then so be it, but I may not be telling the truth 24/7. Just saying. In fact, I might just avoid talking to them all together. Ignore their texts. Ignore their calls. Come inside and ignore their yelling-- haa.....that's weird. Wait. Wait wait wait! I'm a teenager. I'm suppose to develop my independence. I can't rely on mommy and daddy anymore. Fifteen is a good age to begin. I want to be different, unique. Sixteen is too cliche. Seventeen and Eighteen are too old. What better time, than fifteen? Ha. Genius. But that doesn't mean I'm going to get SERIOUS. It means I'm going to try new things and not rely on my parents to be my walker. Time to take the training wheels off. Time to be a woman. It may be difficult though, what with my parents feeling betrayed and angered at me. Oh well, they'll have to deal with it. Because guess what? I'll find a way around it. If they want me to be a depressed, heavy-metal-listening teenager, so be it, I will. Bwahaha!
Or I can be happy and then they can be happy. Their choice.
I guess I should also talk about Beach Parties in London. So.....I love Potter Puppet Pals, (On youtube, look them up) and I want to dwell on the idea of "Beach Parties in London." First of all, isn't it too cold? I mean....the grey ocean lapping at a rocky cliff doesn't sound as appealing as California or Hawaii. (>.<) Also, Beach parties should include college students high on booze. That would make a great party. Maybe a girl in beauty school giving free hair cuts, and a fat man who needs to wax. Yes, that would be pretty spectacular. Maybe throw London sand down somebody's trunks and yell "KOWABUNGA" while flying off a hundred foot cliff of insanity! Haa! I love that book! The Princess Bride. <3 "The Cliffs of Insanity". Good book. Good Movie. Good story plot. Wait! I was talking about Beach Parties in London. Haa....anyway. Yes. Have a man who says "My name is Black, but you may call me mister." Have a woman with a one piece swim suit and purple hair with Botox. Yay!
Anyway, I should stop wasting your fantastic time.
Over and Out!
<3 Mindy
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