Standing where beauty grows

Yesterday was Saturday. It is a day that consists of less stress then the usual day of the week. It was a glorious day!

It was a friends birthday and a bunch of us journeyed to Hollywood to partake of heavenly french toast and pancakes at the Griddle Cafe. This place must have fallen right out of the sky, sprouted wings and a halo, and floated down to earth so we mere mortals could have a taste of heaven! Oh so good! We sang to Amy, who's birthday it was, and laughed and enjoyed ourselves. After this the birthday girl wanted to go to the Griffith Park Observatory so we hopped into cars (there were to many of us to fit into one car) and drove up the hill.

It was here that the glory of the day happened. The day before this rain had come pouring down all over LA. We did not realize what a blessing the rain was until we reached the top of the mountain.

Stepping out of the car and to the edge of the road where the hillside slid down to a winding hiking trail below us we saw beauty. Before us lay LA, a city known for its brown air, completely freed from its hazing vail.

The mountainside rolled from the blue sky to bump and fluctuate like a green lumpy carpet. From a point high up the mountain a light brown dirt trail snaked through the bushy green hills. It was as though we looked upon a quaint diorama of a Mediterranean valley. There should have been dramatic music drifting in the air.

The sun shone bright but a cold breeze pulled at our clothes and rustled the trees here and there on the hills. It kept us chilly but if it had been balmy then it could not have been so magical.

The hills gradually transformed into the suburbs and those changed to buildings of downtown. From far above them they looked much more nice.

But the crazy starstruck feeling came not from the hills or the buildings or the wind, but from father out. We could see the ocean, and it was not the usual foggy line of gray-blue. It was a vast glittering marvel miles away from us. The sun hitting it turned it gold as if King Midas had touched it with is enchanted skin. I wish I could have grown wings and soared toward it in bliss.

The sky was full of fluffy clouds that traveled in towering masses over our heads. their shadows chased each other across the landscape toward the edge of the earth. Light screamed out of the sky and hit the clouds in such a way that it defined a light and dark side. It outlined the beasts with streaks of gold like waves of the Midas sea braking over them.

I wish I could have taken that day right out of time so it would never fade or change. Words are weak things compared to a beauty that makes your soul hurt with longing.

Leaving that day was as if I was saying goodbye to someone I had just met. The instant I saw them I knew I could spend forever in their presence but in saying goodbye I knew I would never see them again as long as I lived. Sad yet bittersweet we drove away from that glory.

God is good. God is Complete.

I have been here and there

I have not blogged since... one second, I am bad at thinking back in the week, thats right it was thursday. That was the day before my besties graduation party, and that was the day before my sister, my dad and I flew to Colorado to ski over the weekend and that was right before school at Pasadena City College started. Geez! When said all in a row like that it is no wonder I have not found time to blog, or do much else for that matter.

Congratulations to Mariel!! She is 18 and out of high school! YAY!!

Skiing was amazing! The slopes were perfect and beautifully covered with natural powdery snow. I had only been skiing a few times before in places with slopes only half the size of these beauties. So it was an adventure! and a terrific one!

Pasadena City College was not so amazing. Since I am still in high school I have to "crash" classes. I go to the class and ask if there is room for me to be added to the class. Many times we crashers have to stay the entire class, usually three hours, to see if there is going to be an add list. If there is a list I sign it. After I have to come back the next week and see if I actually got in. Yuck.

Life is life and it must go on. So it does. I look forward to more good things, like Mariel's graduation, as it continues.

Have a good day!

The Viking Diplomats Estranged Love Triangle

Oh laughter!

I just read a quote that caused laughter to spill freely from me because it is comically good advice. It makes me feel like book nerd when I laugh at this... Wait, I am a book nerd. Never mind.

"Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it."- P. J. O'Rourke

Isn't that just amazing!

P.J. has a point, too. If you died in the middle of reading The Italian Merchants Mistress or Twilight the humiliating story of your badly timed demise, as sad as it would be, would also be a great source of amusement among your friends. Trust me, if you were my friend and were found dead with your face in The Buddhist preist's Love Affair I will morn the appropriate time and then I will laugh and never let your now immortal soul forget how it became so. And I will find great pleasure in doing so.

Oh my gosh! To further prove how much I am a book nerd and get bookish humor I just found a website that is simply a bad romance novel title generator! It is amazing!

The Strongbadian Sadist's Wily Princess,

The Maltese King's Unwilling Dragon Lady,

HA! heres is a good one: The Mesopotamian Sultan's Virgin Wet Nurse.

I think I have seen titles like these on bookstore shelves recently. Be sure to know that even if you do not die while reading a book such as this I will mock you tell your dying day.

Ha hah ha! I am mocking your imaginary image in my mind as it reads The Viking Baby Daddy's Conniving Duchess. Ha ha haaha!

I can see it now: Olga's two year old son knows not who his father is and happy in his child like innocence, But Olga knows. She remembers the strong warrior like he stood by her now. She had been beloved by her subjects until he cam along and stole, not only her heart, but her respectability as well. He left her a broken woman. But for her son, Rifgar, she must now conceive a plan to achieve revenge on her betrayer, but will she have the strength to kill the man who still holds her heart? This thrilling tale of dread and love is continued in a twenty-three book series by Fiona Grammyhurst Lovett.

Oh yes. The mocking will commence...now.

Coming to a theater near you!

Alright, I feel an urge to address a growing problem in our generation. It is a very distressing problem and highly disgraceful to admit to having such a problem. I should get to the point; the problem I am speaking of is the alarming decrease of good films being in theaters over the last few years. Sure there have always been box office flops and always will be; how could you tell a film is good if there were not bad ones, right? I thought so, but lately it seems that people are losing that ability. To many people come out of a film in which the dialogue, story and character development tanked saying, "What a great film!" What? That makes no sense to me!

My sister and I do have a bit more of an acute sense of this because our father is a script writer and has taught us well in this area.

Now there is that occasional movie that fails in every aspected concerning a good film yet is terrifically fun! Take the 2009 Wolverine movie; bad story and dialogue yet the CGI infested action is great fun to watch. Or Bill and Teds Excellent Adventure; what the heck is the point of that movie? I have not the faintest clue but it fills the need for cheesy stupid humor and bad affects. I mean, what can beat a time machine phone booth filled with historical figures shooting along a time line that resembles a giant brain nerve? I bet I lost you in the last description. Your cocking your head at the computer saying "What is this girl talking about? History? Brain nerves, What?!" Just see the movie.

What I am trying to say is that there are exceptions to the bad movie making business. This movie is excluded from that exception.

The only explanation for the making of Gnomeo and Juliet I can come up with is a vague picture of a board movie maker with a volume of Shakespeare in his front lawn. I mean, it sounds like the beginning of a bad joke the punch line of which is this movie. I do not care if you think it 'looks cute'. I refuse to see this desecration of the greatest work of one of the worlds greatest writers! I can not make my point clearer.

This movie I do not understand. It has potential to be fun because it is a Pixar film and Pixar always manages to make a film fun. Now I thought that Cars 1 was not Pixars crowning moment. Yes, the landscapes were pretty but the script and animation can not rival their other movies. The hair and door work in Monsters Ink or the emotion in Wall-Es mechanical eyes and who can forget the facial expressions of fish in Finding Nemo. Fish barely have faces anyway so to make them relatable is a stunning feat. But anyway, Cars 2 is coming, I think Pixar could have done better. They could have made an Incredibles 2. That has an abundance of amazing story line by just saying the name! If they are trying to appeal to the little male audience, boys love super heros. I simple think they could have thought about something else but I will most likely see it when it comes out.
For a film that has come and gone: Yogi Bear. Really? I just want to ask what they were thinking. I see it now, film maker with a volume of childhood cartoons in his hand when a bear come out of the woods behind his house with and malls him! I wish if it had kept this movie out of film making history. It is complete with gross posters and a character that can speak bear. Is that even a language? 'grunt, grunt, *lumbers in a circle*' hey I can speak bear too! Also it dose not make sense that it came out in december. It takes place in the summer. That is just stupid.
Sorry if my opinion hurt anyones feelings. Think what you like about these films but i think they are not a blessing to the film industry. Except maybe Cars 2.

We need more films like Inception, Scott Pilgrim and The Fighter. Gosh that movie was amazing!

The past has produced amazing movies! The Philadelphia Story, Tootsie, All About Eve, The Dead Poets Society. Look at Alfred Hitchcock's films! Come on present! We can do better then this!

An Unexpected Pet

There is, or was, a spider living in our upstairs bathroom tube. He was a homely brown little thing with funny looking pincers on the front of his head. He would scamper around the curved edge of the white walls of the tube and made me find enjoyment watching him. When I first noticed him, his attempts to get at the freedom beyond the porcelain prison were panicked and hard to watch. That lasted only for a few days after which he calmed down to start building webs and doing the likes of things that spiders do. The little dead black bugs that peppered our rarely used tube started disappearing (they had flown in to inspect the plants my mom keeps in our bathroom). He seemed content enough to sit in his snowy heaven and stayed for a week plus a few days. He did not look or seem dangerous to anything besides flies. I thought it was going to be thus always, I had grown used to him being there.

But as surly as the sunsets, I was wrong. I looked in at him only a few days ago and was aghast. His scamper had transformed to a delirious stumble as he feebly touched the smooth wall surrounding him. These white flawless towers that had been a heaven yesterday were, ounce again, a prison. After a glance at the floor of his jail i realized that the little dead things were all gone; he was starving. It struck me that he was dying. But that wasn't the worst of it. As I watched his desperate attempts to hoist himself as high up the tube rims as possible it struck me as wretched and horrible to think of dying in that desolate blank world without a soul to help. It was to cruel!

I do not usually care so much about spiders or insects in general but something like affection had grown in me for this little pet of mine. So to observe such pathetic motions for freedom was heart wrenching for me. I just could not stand it, something must be done to save him. I snatched a drinking glass from my room along with a sheet of paper. Climbing into the tube scared him a great deal and it was a few seconds before I caught him under the glass. In the classic bug catching way I swept the paper under the glass and the poor panicked arachnid.

Outside I quickly shook him off the paper on to a tomato plant. I felt like hero, however silly the action really was. If he was indeed dying then at least he would die in pleasantly green natural surroundings for him. But my hope was that he would find food and live on a little longer.

I hope you enjoyed that little tale of mine!

Big and perfect, they lumber through my dreams

I have found that elephants have an enthralling beauty about them.

Look at their eyes, such a calm expression but they just flood you with a feeling of experience and life. Oh I just want to hug their trunks and ask them about the meaning of love and the deep philosophies of God.
They look so full of love.

Not to mention the paint on their bodies is just perfect! The whimsicalness of the designs remind you of a sacred temple in the middle of the jungle; old and wise yet understanding the young and pretty people. I love them! Who ever said that being skinny was necessary to being beautiful.

We had happy days and better nights

I wish life was a bit more colorful, right now school is the point around which my life centers. Math and literature homework is piling up and I have not yet gotten used to the fact of a subject demanding my time other then art, art of my own choosing. But there is joy always, it is not hard to find. Just look around a bit.

#1 - The Weepies. Always so mellow yet so hopeful. Their music is so perfect for depressed evenings spent hunched over a desk with geometry questions spread out before you. School is not so bad but it gets you down sometimes.
Look at this and try to say they are not adorable!

#2 - This is for humors sake. Have you seen this TV show? It is so campy! It is like the mother of all campy, cheesy, non confrontational, anti-climactic shows. But it is that crappy awesomeness that you cannot stop watching. Haha! It makes me laugh just to think of it.

#3 - Dockweiler Beach. Well, actually, any beach would do. In the day time they are hot and fiery, good for swimming. But at night, thats when the sky turns a blushing cheek to the sun; as it sinks below the edge of the world it tosses a teasing wink at his morning mistress.
After the fiery goodbye to her lover the sky sleeps with this night light below her.
We went to the beach yesterday to enjoy a bonfire yesterday. We muddled around the beach before the sun said farewell; we spit cherry pits and ate tomatoes. When the sun was gone we lit the fire and played football. We smiled back at the silver grin in the night sky. In other words, we had fun. I cannot wait for the summer to come so we can do it again.