*tumbling down a hill*

song stuck in my head: "ours" by taylor swift


This lovely-happy post features my post from Tumblr!! I think it's cute, and I love how they spell the world "tumblr" instead of "tumbler". Down with correct spelling! Okay, just in this case.

"As she falls, I try to catch her, for one last touch of warmth from summer, as one thing leaves to become another again...I remember when...oh, to be with summer again..."
     -Summer Again, The Afters

Isn't that soo cute? I think it is ;) Anyway, so I just want to do that. And by the way, isn't this cupcake awesome??

*narrator voice* And so ends the month of love. What's a better way to spend it than eating a cupcake filled with love? Don't answer the question. I think this is good enough.

P.S. By the way, follow me on Tumblr!! Link: floating whispers

 

day 28: *muffled tears*

Waaaa!!! It's over!! Noooooo!! *Darth Vader voice* Okay okay. So we survived:
Day 1: A favorite song. 
Day 2: A favorite movie. 
Day 3: A favorite book. 
Day 4: A favorite television program. 
Day 5: A favorite quote. 
Day 6: A moment you wish you could relive. 
Day 7: Five things you couldn't possibly live without. 
Day 8: A thank you letter to someone who has changed your life. 
Day 9: A photo you took. 
Day 10: A photo of you taken over ten years ago. 
Day 11: A photo of you taken recently. 
Day 12: A song that you want played at your wedding(or was played). 
Day 13: A guilty pleasure.
Day 14: A Vacation that you'd like to take. 
Day 15: A person you admire. 
Day 16: A song that makes you cry. 
Day 17: An art piece. 
Day 18: A time when you felt passionate and alive. 
Day 19: A talent of yours. 
Day 20: A hobby of yours. 
Day 21: Something you know you do differently than most people. 
Day 22: A website. 
Day 23: A way in which you want to be remembered. 
Day 24: A movie no one would expect you to love. 
Day 25: A recipe. 
Day 26: A childhood memory. 
Day 27: A physical feature you love. 
Day 28: Hopes, Dreams and plans you have for the next 365 days


Oh, goshbubbles, it's over! I don't know how I'm going to survive now. Lol, just kidding ;)
My hopes and dreams for the next 365 days? Does the 365 days start today? Not sure...I don't really care. 
But number one would probably be (and I'm stretching the 365 days for this):

Yup. That's probably my number one goal.
The others, well, let's see:

1. Overcome obstacles. 
2. Keep breathing (because that's really important)
3. Not to get in trouble with my sister. (that's REALLY important)
4. Eat more cupcakes. *long pause* CUPCAKES, YEAH!!!!

Yup. That's about it. Oh! And a special thank you to Bleah Briann for making this rockin' awesome award/button!!

Thank you so much for sticking with me through all the Narnia/Peter Pevensie mentions, cupcake photos (I'm not going to stop doing that), and me ranting about my useless camera. I love you all!! Just as much as I love cupcakes and more!! (that's ALOT of love)

Oh, and by the way:

special tidbit of "14"!!!!

Lookie what I have here...*in a sing-songy voice* An excerpt from my novel, 14!!!! Ohmylipsglossness, I'm spoiling you for letting you see this, but I really want you to. It probably won't make any sense to you, but one day it will ;) Let's just say two very important characters are reading a diary. There. That's all. Now, read. 

“I have heard whispering in my dreams," Christian read, "Murmurings of ‘blessed sister’ and ‘chosen of the Father’. I pondered these fragments and tried to piece them together, to no avail. More wedding jitters. It too shall pass.

   -David Lockwood.”

“Wedding jitters…” Christian repeated. “if only life was as difficult as our thoughts could make it, maybe we wouldn’t be in this mess. That way I wouldn’t—”

I looked up. “Wouldn’t what?”

He let out a sigh, a soft smile make its way into his features. “Nevermind, perhaps I’m wrong. You should get some rest, I won’t have you die before your time.”

I let out a laugh, immediately regretting it, putting a hand to my head and uttering a soft moan. Why was I in such pain? I hadn’t hit anything, so Clarisse and Christian had said. Was it something they couldn’t see?

I continued my musings, until my eyelids grew heavy, and all the world seemed to become a mirage.

“My sisters, we are chosen of the father to do his bidding. We must complete the task set before us,” a soothing voice tickled my earlobe; I was sure I was still asleep.

“Blessed are the innocent remained, the sinners will fall, and I have won.” An image flashed before me. My eyes were closed, but it was as if I was looking directly ahead of me.

It was nothing but red. Crimson. Crimson eyes, that glinted in the triumph of evil.  

I fought for full consciousness. It grew hazily, then deflated as though it had been struck with iron. Flinging my arms in front of me, I pried my eyes open, and took in a sharp breath, knowing I was safe.

“Blesses are the innocent remained, the sinners will fall, and I have won.”

Everything had its own meaning. My only hope was to find this one. 

Did you likee? I hope you likee!! I'd really like your opinion on this *puts on angelic face, holding cupcake tray* Please?? I'll even give you a bonus:

There. Now, tell me how I did? Thank you!!

day 27: a physical feature you love

Uh....don't even get me started. 
Physical Feature I love _ _ (pretend the words type themselves like a mystery movie would)
Eyes. Duh _ _
Yuh-huh. And I'm not the only one, either! Remember how I said I always drooled over William Moseley's {geeourrrrggeous aquamarine eyes that spark rebellion; dancing merrily like a schoolboy's or staring eerily like a stone} (yes, that's my lil' ol' catchphrase for his eyes. Don't tell me I'm not good.)
My favorite color of eyes? 
Green. Emerald Green to be exact.
Why? Because they're the most rare natural eye color in the world, and I write ALOT of books, and alot of detail goes into their physical characteristics. Not to mention, THEY'RE GORGEOUS.

This is Charlotte's eye (sorry, I couldn't find the other) from my Narnian fanfiction, Saga of My Heart.  Warning: read if you dare. It's a romance book. Very, romantic, I might add. Not to mention, it's about Peter Pevensie. Yeah...*smiles sheepishly and blushes*
MOVING SWIFTLY ALONG.....
My second favorite eye color?
Blue. More specifically Sapphire or Lightning blue _ _
Remember my little "phrase" about Peter Pevensie's eyes? Okay, so I'm forced to show you again: {geeourrrrggeous aquamarine eyes that spark rebellion; dancing merrily like a schoolboy's or staring eerily like a stone}. Yeah, well, that's partly the reason why I love blue eyes. 
One, they make me melt.
Two, inside of being so typically blue, sometimes that can stand out from the crowd. Right? Right.
Three, I love this picture:

My third favorite eye color?
Hazel. With a hint of sage/amber-like brown _ _
I have the best picture EVER to describe these eyes:

Enough said. It's Aslan. NOTHING can beat that. Not even football. Sorry, dad. 
Okay, and this picture too:

Yup, so that's my "eyes" post. I can't believe the challenge is almost over!! I'm going to miss it. Besides that, it's given me a little push to keep blogging everyday ;)


P.S. If cupcakes had eyes, I WOULD BE IN LOVE!!!!!! Oh yeah, and enjoy this pic:

Need to cure your crave for cupcakes? No problem. *pause* Go make some. 

*Darth Vader theme starts to play* i'm not happy. don't make me madder than i already am. i even used periods at the end of the sentence, so i'm really mad.

The swim meet is done. Yay. Did I do well? Not yay. So, overall, I swam three races, and didn't improve in two, swam a relay with my friends that we hadn't swam before so technically we didn't improve, plus we got creamed, heard my dad say loudly that I was expected to do better than I did, make the best final for my event, was expected to win, and added (that's bad) time and got 6th place. *ahem* I was expected to win. I didn't win. That's a problem.
Usually when I do something bad, I tend to hate everything around me (except for my friends) and cry. I cried in the car on the way home, then my parents say "yay, good effort." Effort wasn't enough. I failed. 
So, yeah. I'm tired, sad, and I want something sweet, and we have no cupcake mix. So I'll just sit drooling at this photo:

A good thing that happened this weekend (if you can say I had one) was that I got two new Ted Dekker books from the library (Okay, so I already read Blink, but I got The Bride Collector too!). I finished the Bride Collector in 6 1/2 hours. That's what happens when you're sitting at a swim meet all day, with nothing to do but wait. 
The book was really really good. More of an adult book, by some of its nature, but it was a very haunting and engaging murder mystery that kept me hanging at a breaking thread. I survived, mind you, but still. That book was guuuddd. 
I fell in love with Ted Dekker's writing style, and now, I shall write a short summary of what I'm feeling right now, slash back at the swim meet. This is a treat. I hate talking about swim meets unless I did really good. That's kinda rare. No, this isn't a rare occasion. Here we go. Brace yourself this is really long. Like a chapter of an autobiography I have yet to write. Yeah, NOW, here we go. 


"In lane three, Jocelyn Chambers!" The announcer declared, but my mind wasn't focused on his plastic, blank voice. 
I was focused on the trickling water that lay before my eyes. The pool could be a place of praise, or a place of fear that could instigate a wound by only the sight of one. 
Just leave it all in the pool, I thought. It's nothing. Just 50 yards. Only 26 seconds. You won't have time to blink. 
The shriek of a whistle called me to attention, and I stepped onto the starting blocks in unison with every other swimmer. The blocks were high, and slippery, and a tingling sensation circulated through my spine. All was quiet.
Instead of feeling pressure, I felt an opportunity to do my very best.... my dad's voice coursed through my mind. Be quiet, dad. You're not helping at all.
"Take your mark." I bent down, like a lion about to leap onto its prey.
Beep! The sound of the start set me on fire. I leaped off of the block and into the water. I could see every opponent at my other hand, and I increased my speed and took my last breath before flipping at the wall.
It's all over Jocelyn, you're at home, blogging about cupcakes....
Smack! I punched the touchpad, and looked up at the immense clock in anticipation.
27.15 seconds, it read. 
I let out a deeply drawn breath, just as slowly as I'd taken it in, and closed my eyes, shaking my head slowly. 
That's not enough. All I wanted was to improve. 25 seconds. 26 at the mpst. But no, I failed. 
Not letting my emotions show through the barrier between the soul and body, I walked slowly to my swim coach, anticipating his very detailed and full speech of what he saw. 
I couldn't really see his expression very well, but I knew I could've done better. Even if I did well, he didn't suffice with a "good job" or "nice work". It seemed like slight criticism. And I was afraid to hear it.
"Well, first you got off the blocks too..." he trailed off into a symphony of words, and I didn't look at his face. Instead I fixed my eyes straight ahead of me, and I heard what he was saying, and instead of taking each word into account, I read through his collage of words and got to the full subject.
It wasn't your best. In my mind, it translated into, "Not good enough."
Tears pooled into my eyes. I didn't cry though. I learned not to cry. After five years of being on a truly dedicated swim team, I learned to keep my emotions to myself. You could call me "emo", but it lasted only until swim practice had ended. 
I left the coaches area and warmed down, after which I changed into my day clothes and got into car with my parents, driving away with not much of a goodbye for my friends. 
"Well, Jocelyn, it was a good effort." My mom turned to me from the front seat, sufficing a smile.
"Yes, very good effort." My dad agreed.
You copy what she says, it still doesn't help, I failed. 
When I was certain they weren't paying attention, I let the tears that I'd held back trickle down my cheeks. Mommy had turned back to me and asked what was wrong, and I lied saying it was the book. 
I don't want to tell you my emotions. I don't want to break down and cry in your arms. I'm too old for that, atleast right now, anyway. I want to go home and write down the story ideas I conjured up, and read in my bed with no knowledge of the world that seemed to function without me. 
I want to curl up, and dream it all away, not die, but dream it away. I'm upset. I failed.
Thomas Edison failed. But after several hundred thousand methods, he learned several hundred thousand ways NOT to make a light bulb, after finding the solution. 
I just want to go to college and be an Oscar winning musical composer and writer. That's all. I don't want to swim anyone.
I'd said that phrase a million times in the eight years that I'd been swimming. I didn't quit when I wanted to. I kept going. But right now felt like the final blow, and I didn't want to take it anymore. I wanted a break. It didn't matter how long, I just wanted some rest.
Maybe I'd feel better tomorrow.


It was longer than I expected, sorry about that, but I REALLY needed to get that off of my chest. *Ahem* more lovely-happier posts from me to come, but for now au revior, parting is such a sweet sorrow. Not really sorrowful though, if you have a cupcake ;) Lol, bye. 

a special post from the tired cupcake eater

Why is this a special post? IT'S CHEESIN' 5:15am!!!! Why am I awake? swim meet. I was too lazy to capitalize that sentence. Ugh. I NO WANNA GO!! It's Sunday! I wanna be knocked out cold in my bed with nothing to worry about, dreaming of cupcakes for breakfast, lunch and dinner *ahem* and dessert and midnight snack. BUT, I'm too tired to post a picture of cupcakes, so, here's the picture that I love most in my life right now:

Now, for the love of all things holy:
GO TO BED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Brought to you by the tired cupcake eater. Yelling side affects may include harsh feelings, sadness, a sudden urge for cupcakes sleepiness, and so on. So the point of this post is, if I can't sleep, you get to do it for me.)

*robotic voice* day one of swim meet: COMPLETE.

Day one of my swim meet is complete. Phew. I swam one event: the 100 freestyle (that means you swim four lengths of a pool...or just go ahead and google swim terms).
I did..*ahem* Not good. Nevermind how I did. In fact my dad told me (very loudly) that my teammate's parents were disappointed because they were expecting to do better. Much better. Way to go, dad. I feel really bad now. Really, really bad. 

*cough* NEVERMIND THE SWIM MEET!! On a more happier note, I'm thinking about have a lil' photo challenge/contest/whatever. Whadaya think? And if I do, if you don't know what my theme is going to be, then wow.....just wow. I've never done a photo challenge before, but I really want to. Alot. 
The theme would be cupcakes, and you would post your best picture of cupcakes on your blog, and etc. Do you think I should do it? Leave me a comment and tell me!!


P.S. These look so good. Don't you think so?

I do. 

day 26: a childhood memory

Um. I...don't really...know...a childhood memory...I'm still a child!! 
Let me think...oh! Running through a meadow with balloons in my hands going in slow motion like the movies...haha no I'm just kidding. Turn off the ballet music. I'm much more of a Darth Vader fan.

Okay, um...I know!! Now, I couldn't really find a picture for this, because it's kinda creepy.
I was at the doctor's office and they were drawing some of my blood, and they strapped me into this chair, and at first I though they were going to electricute me. Anyway, they took a needle (and I worked really hard to find a positive picture of a needle), and did blah blah doctor stuff I don't remember, and stuck it in my arm. They had trouble finding a vain. 
So I said, "I hope it's there! Is it there?" and they said, "Not sure, are you sure you're a human?" and I said yes, and they found a vein and stuck the needle in me. 
Then, when they drew all the blood, I saw there was some leftover in a tube. Then they threw it away, so I said:
"Um...can I have my leftover blood back?"
Priceless.

(all pictures property of other websites, I don't own any of them. I keep forgetting to do this.)

The Saturday Daybook since it's not morning anymore

It's daybook time!!

hosted by Jo March at Scraps from my Workbasket

Okay. So, here's my daybook! It's the regular daybook since I wasn't gone all morning long. 

Date... February 26th, 2011

Starting time... 12:35pm

Mood... Peeved off/failure

Outside my window... Light drizzle and loud birds. 

I'm thinking... I could've done so much better at my swim meet. 

I'm currently reading... The Bible. 

I'm listening to... Forgiven by Sanctus Real

I'm wearing... My swim team t-shirt, and a sweatshirt, and sweatpants and fuzzy socks

I'm looking forward to... The end of summer. 

I'm hoping... I'll survive through the summer. 

Yesterday, I... was on the computer. For a long time. 

I'm hungry for... a Turkey Sandwich with chips and a pickle. (wasn't I hungry for that last week? Oh well)

The song stuck inside my head is... Savior Please by Josh Wilson

I love... being home alone. Without creepy guys trying to break in. 

I loathe... grits. Eww. 

This week, my goal is... To finished chapter 23 of my book: Saga of My Heart.

Did I meet last week's goal?... I don't know. This week technically isn't over yet. 

Ending time... 12:40pm

Later peeps!!

pray please :)

No, nothing's wrong or serious. I just have a really big swim meet tomorrow and I need your prayers!! I'm pretty nervous. I have to get up at 5am tomorrow. NO!!! 
So, I've been swimming for eight years. It's pretty fun, but very hard and time consuming. So, I'm not sure I'm going to post tomorrow. (I say "so" too much, don't I?)
So (there I go again!!), everyone expects me to become the female Michael Phelps. Interesting way of saying that. Thank you all for your support! I'm going to end that right there since my dad says "I'm not allowed to say anything negative about swimming." Ahem. Y'all are lucky I'm blogging this. It's virtual speech. Bummer. 

Back to the main subject, your prayers are appreciated, and I shall update you on the meet results on maybe Monday. Not sure. Whatever...I'm going to make cupcakes now! Yeah, that's it. 

new blog feature!! or something along those lines. i don't really care.

Okay, so I'm adding this new blog feature to my posts. I made it up. It's called "Song Stuck in My Head", but I doubt I'll capitalize it. That word takes too long to write...ANYWAY...
So, It'll look like this:
song stuck in my head: (and sometimes I'll post a link to the song)
So, I'm going to do the first "song stuck in my head" thing right now!! Whoo!! But there's no link this time. I couldn't find one.


song stuck in my head: "Blueberry Pancakes" jingle from the Bisquick Commercial. 
The song's all about blueberry pancakes. But I changed the lyrics to make it about cupcakes :P Here they are!!


There's one thing I'll eat anytime of day
From dawn 'till sunset, I'll never walk away
Red Velvet Cupcakes!!


Or the name of the cupcakes you like most ;)
Here's a pictures of cupcakes, too! (they're not red velvet, but they look soooo gooodd)

*singing* yuuummy cupcakkkessss!!

(that's gonna be my blog theme song from now on)

day 25: a recipe

Before I go on any further, let me say: Father, have mercy on them, they have NO IDEA what they're doing. 

A recipe? Really? Yes, I cook/bake. Alot. I mean, alot alot. But, the bummer is, my camera is very evil, so I can't post pictures of what I made. Bummer. I say that too much. Seriously, I said that every five seconds a few days ago. Okay, moving along, that was wayyy off subject. 

So, what I chose...(thank you God for helping be) is my baked honeycrisp apples. You know, those really huge, gorgeous, yummy (expensive) apples you get at the grocery store. 

Since I don't really have pictures for you, I'm going to post a picture of what looks most like my apples:

Yep. That's what they look like. Okay, so here we go!!

Ingredients:

• 2 or 3 Honeycrisp apples (you can't get them all year round, so any apple will do)
• 1/4 cup of flour 
• 1 teaspoon of Cinnamon
• 1 teaspoon of Nutmeg
• About 3 tablespoons of freshly squeezed orange juice
• About 2 tablespoons of sugar

Instructions: (bear with me, y'all)

1. Pre-heat the oven to 400 degrees F. 
2. Cut the honeycrisp apples into slices and set them into a bowl. 
3. Put two tablespoons of the orange juice onto it (so the apples won't turn brown). 
4. Sift the flour lightly into the apples and orange juice to thicken it. 
5. Spread the cinnamon and nutmeg evenly onto the apples, and do the same for the sugar. 
6. Pour the last tablespoon of orange juice into the bowl, and stir it around with a light spoon. 
7. Take out a cookie sheet, and spread some aluminum foil on the top. (Parchment Paper works, too)
8. Lay the apple slices onto the cookie sheet and put it into the oven.
9. Bake for 6-10min, or until browned. 
10. Take it out, and enjoy!!

I haven't made these in awhile, so hopefully I did it right. *phew* When I made this, I estimated...it tasted really good. I need to learn how to write things down.

Anyway, I hope you like it!!

While the apples are baking, drool over these:

I love the ring on top!! Don't you? Good, we all love it!


P.S. I survived this post! I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me!! *dance party*

a choleric girl's ponderings: this is all about my mom. i'm sanguine. PENGUIN!! lol, that was random

This post is about my mom, you know, she has the Clair Huxtable personality. 

I asked her what she would say to y'all and she says: "Jocee, make me some tea." Technically that wasn't directed to you, but I'll take it. Oh, by the way *yells* mommy the tea is almost ready!!! 

So, I still call my mom "mommy" because she'll always be my mommy. And she doesn't really like to be called mother, but I do when I'm excited. Just out of habit. Before I go on, if you don't know what "choleric" means, it's a personality. It means "straight forward, decisive, confident (kinda), etc."

So, for awhile I've been trying to teach her about my celebrities (names, you know) so she can know who they are when I say their name.

FOR EXAMPLE: She knows who Lady Gaga is because of her meat dress. How revolting. But it works! (by the way, I REFUSE to put of pic of that on here. It's gross. Really, Gaga?)

So, she knows who the Narnia characters are, because I talk about them too much. 

p.s. Don't tell me Peter isn't gorgeous. I give Caspian points for his gorgeous, thick accent. WHICH THEY GOT RID OF IN THE THIRD MOVIE!!

Anyway, I freaked out when William Moseley (Peter) was on the Teen Choice Awards last year. As in, screamed, got in trouble with my sister, and so on. I even started dancing on the counter. But then I found out he's gonna be in this "romance" movie with Emma Roberts. Great publicity, but if Emma gets anywhere NEAR him I'm going to make her into a meat dress. Okay, not really, I just really like lightsabers!

Second: My American Girl dolls. You know, the historical but fictional dolls that were reallyreally cool? You better know. I have five. Nellie, Felicity, Addy, Samantha and Emily. I love them all. Felicity and Samantha are my faves, though. Anyway, she doesn't know them as well as the Narnia cast, and wow. I've had them for awhile.

Lol, so that's all I got today!! Comment and tell me what you think!! And, LOOK AT THESE!! (this has nothing to do with my mom)

day 24: a movie no one would expect you to love...

*think think think* I need cupcakes. Honey is for Winnie the Pooh. He's so cute! But not as cute as Peter Pevensie. Actually, Peter's more on a "swoon, beautiful, gorgeous, melt" level. I need to look in a dictionary for more words. 
Anyway, so I've been swamped! Peter and I are planning the wedding (I didn't tell you about the Valentine's Day ball at Cair Paravel? Ohhhhh wow) and Susan's being all "logical" about I should wear and I quote "JUST WHITE AND ONLY WHITE. It's what a proper future High Queen would do." NO, Susan, I love you, but not that much. SO, I already designed my dress. I'm not going to post it on the blog for fear Peter sees it. So, yeah. 
ANYWAY, since that was all...imaginary, I'm swamped with school, and nerves, since I have a championship swim meet this weekend. AND I HAVE TO GET UP AT 4:30am ON SUNDAY MORNING!! *whines and jumps up and down* I no wanna!! waaaa--Okay that's enough.


*strokes chin* Hmmm...a movie no one would expect me to love....hmm *speaks in a narrator/boring/thinky/Winnie the Pooh/whatever voice* Oh I know!! 


Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. 
I LOVE that movie!! I love old movies, but this one sets itself apart from all the others (okay, not ALL, but still!!)
It's an old western set in 1850, and this man is looking for a wife. Well, he finds her, Milly, and she marries him on the spot, them goes home with him to find he has six brothers. Adam is the one she married, and there's also Benjamin, Caleb, Daniel, Ephraim, Frank, and Gideon. All Bible names. Well, they meet some girls in town...and so on. It's a musical (like all movies back in the 1950's) and it's good. Good like cupcakes. Haha..yeah...

Anyway, since I've refrained from posting a cupcake, LOOK AT THIS:

If you don't think he's beautiful, then you have no soul. LOOK AT THOSE EYES. And that smile...oh...*swoons*. Oh yeah, Anna Popplewell (Susan, duh) is gorgeous! I love her smile and hair. I tell you, Will and Anna are the perfect brother and sister! Now, excuse me while I become a High Queen....

*slips into the wardrobe, where Peter Pevensie is waiting*

You can imagine the rest for yourselves ;)

miss jocee...

likes:

cupcakes, the color yellow, babies falling over than cracking up laughing, parasols, the color pink, the color purple, Peter Pevensie's eyes, fake flowers that look and smell real, hobby lobby, bubbles, vintage clothing, maxi dresses/skirts/whatever

my sister when she thinks a celebrity just asked her out, lightsabers, Darth Vader, Anakin Skywalker, veggietales, country music, lip gloss, converse, cupcakes....

dislikes:

the color blue (i mean normal blue, not Peter Pevensie blue), Justin Bieber, most rap & hip-hop, when people diss Narnia, my sister pretending to become engaged to Justin Bieber, Nicki Minaj, Lady Gaga, Taylor Swift's inability to keep a guy then write a song about how he ominously dumped her (no offence, Taylor), deep water, Texas weather, my sister whining....

how it's really hard to find a decent picture of Lady Gaga....

Wishes:

go to Narnia, take a vacation in a different part of the world (preferably GET OUT OF THE U.S.) then realize the U.S. is great the way it is then come back, to find the world's biggest cupcake and take a bite out of it, to meet the Narnia cast, to publish my novels, to have my novels made into movies, to click my heels three times and be instantly home...

hopes:

(pretty much the same thing as wishes) to be proposed to, get married, have kids, to not die, to fly, live in a castle like Cair Paravel, to hold the moon in my hands (okay that's a wish, but I don't care!!)

prays:

that my best friend will overcome what she's going through, that I'll fulfill God's plan for my life, that I'll marry a Godly man (who's cute)...

loves:

cupcakes, my mom, my dad, my sister, okay my whole family, my friends, food, reading, blogging (DUH), glitter, cupcakes...

FINE!!

knows: that I'm God's special little girl, that my sister should know by now that looking directly at me while in-audibly arguing with Justin Bieber is not cool, that someone loves me more than I know, that cupcakes are AMAZING!!!