Halloween Through the Ages

Halloween is this Saturday, and this past weekend I spent my time coming up with a costume. It took a while, but I finally decided to be Mary Poppins. Because I spent my time thinking about costumes, I also thought about the costumes I have worn in the past. I had a fun time doing that, so I decided to share as much as I remember.

2000- I was actually born on this Halloween, so I didn't get a costume
2001- I might have been a pumpkin
2002- Same as 2001
2003- Same as 2002
2004- I'm pretty sure that I was a ballerina
2005- A witch
2006- I was a doctor for school and a witch for trick or treating
2007- I was Cleopatra
2008- I honestly do not remember
2009- I was a purple vampire either this year or the next
2010- I was a purple vampire... maybe
2011- I was Amelia Earhart
2012- I was Amelia Earhart for school and a minion from Despicable Me for trick or treating
2013- I was a fifties girl
2014- I was a pirate
2015- This year I am going to be Mary Poppins

Honor Is Dead

Honor Is Dead

       "Honor is dead." This is a quote that I got from my favorite book, The Way of Kings, by Brandon Sanderson. I liked the quote so much that I decided to write a poem for it. It's pretty cool.

 An ocean of night blots out all you can see, except for one small flickering bird.
 The tiny animal flaps its wings, trying to remain aloft, but it drifts ever closer to the stormy sea beneath it, the  frothing waves of pitch black waiting to consume its dimming light.
 At last the light goes out, and the bird folds its wings over its body in a final attempt to withstand the ocean  of night.
 Despite its best efforts, the bird is completely engulfed and the blinking light disappears.

 Honor is dead.
   
 As the tiny body disappears in the waves, a new creature takes form.
 Large wings unfold and an inky black form
 takes shape.
 With a flap and a lunge, the bird takes flight.
 With a shriek and a crow it begins its piercing song of hate.
 The never ending tune chants words of deceit and lies, it stops any light from shining.

 Honor is dead, but another creature lives.

Sad News

I have sad news for you, but not for me. As of today, there will be no more posts published me. At least for a couple of weeks. However, there will be posts by October 31. Since many of you are freaking out, bursting into tears, collapsing on the ground, and lamenting the loss of their favorite thing to read, I will let you know that I am working on something huge that will make up for all nonexistent posts. You're welcome.

The First Day of October

It's a special day. It's a beautiful day. It's a day that promises fun and joy in the future. Today is the first day of October, a month full of color, changing leaves, and the start of the holiday season. Could today be any better?

The Greatest Conflict This Universe Has Ever Witnessed

       Out of all of the conflicts that this universe is witnessing, there is one that has risen above the rest in violence and intensity. This battle has been fought over decades and still neither side has been able to prove stronger than the other. The battle between whether apple cider or hot chocolate is better has been ongoing due to many reasons. However, only a few will be mentioned.
       One of the reasons that the conflict between apple cider and hot chocolate is the greatest to occur is because of flavor. There are many flavors of hot chocolate to choose, ranging from candy cane to cinnamon bun. The flavors are truly endless. However, apple cider, though there are less options to choose from, has a sweet flavor that tastes like it's been zapped by lightening that cider poses a great threat to hot chocolate. The flavors of both beverages are so great that not one single person has been able to decide which is better. For this reason the conflict has continued on for ages.
       Another reason for the great battle between hot chocolate and apple cider is tradition and. Every family family has its traditions, including ones concerning beverages. Many families love to drink hot chocolate during the cold winter months, but other families prefer warm apple cider. The split is so even that no one has been able to decide which drink is more popular. Because of this, neither beverage has been able to rise above the other.
       The last reason to be mentioned for this continuous conflict is that many people like hot chocolate and apple cider equally. Not everyone has been able to pick a side due to many factors, one of which is mood. A great majority of the population decides what to eat based on how they are feeling. Some days they might want apple cider, while on other days they simply must have hot chocolate. It all depends on mood. These people never know which one they truly like better, they just know what they want in that moment. Due to the changing mood of these people, the conflict between hot chocolate and cider will go on for eternity.
       Hot chocolate and apple cider are two amazing beverages. Each one is so flavorful, traditional, and full of emotions that the greatest conflict ever to be witnessed in this universe is between these drinks.

The First Day of Fall

       It is now okay to be at school. It doesn't matter if someone wants it to be Halloween. Nobody cares when a person mentions the colors of the changing leaves. Why? Because it is officially the first day of fall. Thank the blessed heavens above.

School Pictures

       It's school picture day, and the man behind the camera tells me to sit up straight. He has me turn my head to the left and then to the right. When that doesn't work, he makes me tilt my chin down. I feel like a five year old pretending to be a model. Finally I am in a position that the camera man likes.
       The man gets behind the camera and holds up an old dragon stuffed animal. The creature looks as if it might have once been the color green, I think. The man tells me to say cheese. Quickly, I plaster a look on my face that I hope resembles a grin. The man snaps a picture and I'm done.
       About three weeks later, all of the pictures are ready to be handed out. I nervously wait in line, not wanting to see mine. What if my picture was another fail? My life would officially be over.
        My teacher hands me the envelope containing my picture, and my life ends.