and I said virginity is a childhood disease

There was a beginning that I had for this space here, but I forgot what it was.
I wish I had spell check.

Jack: Where are we?

Christian: This is a place you all made together so you could find one another...Nobody does it all alone. You needed them and they needed you.

Jack: For what?

Christian: To remember and to let go.

 

Allison Carter, you suck at blogging lately. 

today was a good day, kinda a blue grey day, with green leaves. I enjoyed it. Sometimes I see my memories like it was a scene from a movie. That's what today was. 

Two questions, Where do you see yourself in ten years? and Where is your most favourite place to be in the whole wide world?

I will start with Hannah's, kinda cause it scares me more and more so because it's listed first.

      In ten years, I will be 27. Ten years is a very long time in the future. I don't really like the phrasing, "where do you see yourself" because you can't see anything except for what you imagine, or blackness when thinking of the future. So I don't really know what I see,  but I can imagine and hope and dream. I hope that I am in love. I don't know if that means I will be married or have kids or live in the tiny house of my dreams with a garden and a library, but I do hope that I will be in love. I really think that is what I want more than anything, is to be in love. That's why that came first.
        I dream of finding a place to fit what I love with what I can do with what will make me a decent living. Maybe working for a non governmental organisation or as a historian.  
        I hope to have a lot of books, a big dog, a cat, a good tea pot, trinkets from all around the world, pictures of my family and friends on the wall, to be walking on worn wooden floors, and to be growing a lot of flowers/plants no matter what else is going on.  More so, I hope for all this stuff.
        That's is what I imagine when I think of myself in ten years. Thinking of how to get there in the next nine years is really stressing me out though, so onto what Lyndsay asked.

1. Where do you see yourself in ten years?

I just found out that there is spell check in blogs.
I feel like I was just given a gift from karma.

         I like this question, and I have spent a lot of time reflecting where I love to spend my time. I came up with seven different place. Sorry Lyndsay, I am not that good at tuning into details. The thing is that it is just to hard to pick an absolute favourite place because moods change, weather alters and I am like you, indecisive.
One of my favourite places in all the world is with my family, on my mom's side. I love hanging out with them at our cabin, or in BC or at our Grandma's or my house, wherever it is, I am always happy. I love being at my cabin, for the magic and beauty that I find there, and the feeling of belonging. The memories, the smells, tastes, sounds of my escape from the world. I love my room, my bed, at night when it is raining, I love being in the shower, listening to the water poor down the drain and enjoying the feeling of the water on my skin, I love being in the sun, the smell of it on my skin, the warmth and joy it brings. I love walking in the woods, again for the magic, the calm, the sense of stillness and majesty. Finally, I love being with my friends, especially the literate four. When I am with you, things make sense.

2. Where is your most favourite place to be in the whole wide world?

the man can't keep her happy but he helps to still the shakes

A question is a weird thing if you follow similar though patterns to mine, and happen to be reflecting on questions. A phrase, that when spoken is slightly inclined at the end, having to do with a change in pitch, that indicates that the speaker does not have an answer to a question. This very same answer they are hoping to find in the recipient of the phrase with the incline ending. Unless of course the question is a rhetorical one. An oddity in the human langue if I do say so myself. Not to say that they do not occur often, just that they are weird. A question that is spoken, and yet not searching for an answer. Think about that for a while and then tell me that humans are not very odd creatures. I have been so informed that it is my turn to ask a question, with these black squigglies that we call words, finished by a super squiggly that we call a question mark.
A mark to indicate a question. --> ? An odd thing.

The problem was coming up with a question worthy of being sent out in this odd format that my iPod will default to, to a blog that I highly suspect no one will read until tomorrow. All the same, the question will be asked.

I would appreciate complete cooperation and compliance with the matter at hand, as well as long, well thought out answers. But only if you wish to. 

  what do you like about you?

and I did the actually spell check thing, not just the love one, so it should be better now Lyndsay.

"this is the place you created so that you could all find each other"

it's over, and I can hardly believe it. I loved you so much and now you are gone. Call me a sap, a hopless romantic, what have you, but I could not have imagined a better ending. Everthing ended like it should, and it made me so happy to see happiness, and love and friendship. After six years of questions, not all of which were answered, I find that I don't even care because in the end, everthing worked out. Juilet and Sawyer, Sun and Jin, Kate and Jack, Charlie and Claire, Desmond and Penny. They found each other and everything changed. It's done, and I cried. It spoke of life and meaning and really did have a lot to say.
So keep your negative opinions to yourself. I loved it all and will love it for a very long time.

and after six long years, all i can really say is thank you, and goodbye.

I really like these kinds of days, even if i was being really annoying. I love the feeling of having all the hard work that you put into something pay off, especially because I spent all of last weekend committing myself to studying so that I could do well. I love spending time with some of my favorite people in all the world, and having it rain, and listening to Matchbox Twenty who just might be one of my favorite bands of all time, and having gone to a spectacular play two days in a row and being so incredible proud of my talented friends, to whom I simply cannot explain how much I love, and spending even a little bit of time with a really great kid who I miss, and having a very talented friend winning a very prestigious contest, and having a tan, and reading good books, and drinking tea, oh and good tv. All these things are so great.

I'll take out the negative here cause we don't need it.
And cause my bestie makes life better

a better response to a very pertinent question

☆ cran·berry (kran′ber′ē, -bər ē)
noun pl. cranberries -·ries


1.a firm, sour, edible, red berry, the fruit of any of several trailing evergreen shrubs (genus Vaccinium) of the heath family


2.The berries of this plant, used in sauces, jellies, relishes, and beverages.


3.Any of several similar or related plants, especially Vaccinium oxycoccos.
 
Origin: < Du kranebere, LowG kraanbere, lit., crane berry: name used by early settlers in U.S., replacing earlier Brit fen berry

Life is like a bowl of cranberries. Why you may ask? Well I have a well thought out answer to your pondering. The bowl of which supports the cranberries is circular, which represents many things in our world, such as the sun and the earth, which serve to support and protect our lives, much as the bowl holds and supports the cranberries in its structure. The cranberries located universally throughout the bowl serve to represent human life, red in color like the blood that runs in our veins and full of the healthy nutrients that we need to support our life here on earth. Each cranberry is touching another cranberry within the bowl, which shows how our human lives are all touching, all interconnected, six degrees of separation and all. They have come from fields of an undetermined location, (assuming that one has thrown away the bag of origin) much the same as the precise origin of life on earth is unknown. Hands descend on the cranberries, removing some from the collective group. One may compare this to fate, or god, or a hungry person eating cranberries. Herein, we see life and death demonstrated within the bowl. Finally, the god/fate/hungry person's hand that has assumedly moved the cranberries from the bowl to their mouth is now either enjoying their bitter sweet taste or finding themselves quite revolted with it. This shows how not all people like life, or, even more accurately demonstrates how some people are cannibals and like it where others are not.

birds

I decided a little while ago that if I was going to be an animal, I would be an owl, or a hawk or a crow or some kinda bird like that.
So I changed my picture/title to an owl

Thank you everyone for answering my question, it reassured some unsteady things within.

Hannah, I know I told you the day that you posted your blog that I was going to post a reply the next day.
I didn't.
I am sure you caught that, you are a sharp one.
But I am doing it now anyways just so that I can prove that I ment the best.

I didn't take this question the same with everyone else who has replied. I stop, titlted my head to the side a little and honestly considered, how do you know that what you feel is your own? Maybe I missunderstood, but this is what came to my mind. There are some days when I have an opinion, and I think I know that is going on, but then someone will have a contrary opinion on the same subject, and I compeletly agree with them. Then my mind is changed.
Is this because I let their opinions affect how I feel? Or have they simply brought to light something that I had not noticed before? I haven't really decided which it is yet. But the opinions of others, combined with the ads that bombard us everyday and the pressure of our society, what really is our own? This is where I find my answer medling somewhat with what Lyndsay said, where you really do need to understand who you are, what you like, what you don't, what you need and what you want inorder to filter what is you from what you are influenced to be.

For me, I really know it's my own feelings when something clicks right in the region of my heart, it just makes sense, and there is no way I could do anything else because I have right thing imprinted in me. 

Lyndsay life is like a bowl of cranbarries because it is delicious, artsy (with shadows) and not everyone likes it.

i win the lottery, giant super nova

are you ever walking somewhere, somewhere generic, robotic and unexciting and then you realize that you've completely forgot about the actions set in motion that brought you to the place that you currently find yourself? it is this sort of feeling that makes me fear that I am not one of those who is living their lives, but simply existing. it scares me.

other days, i find something that makes me so happy, maybe where others are complacent, and it give me back a little bit of hope that maybe that i do live my life a little bit brighter than some others.

the small community of those that follow these words, i believe as does Hannah, that we all need to blog more. as such, i propose a challenge to you all. we will post questions in our blogs to which others must reply. if you want. so to you all i ask, (and now i feel like a vlogger) what keeps you from simply exisiting?

i do question quite finally, how to remember who I am when i lose myself. i forget who i am at times and i know not how to find me again. eventually i return to my own flesh and bones, like night upon a sunset evening, slow and slightly unexpected untill i have found me once again.

take time to realize

I don't like words today. They don't like me. We are not getting along

May is a problem for me. I don't understand what it wants from me, why is it here? In the month of may I stop caring to a very full degree, and it's hard to study and learn and listen and pay attention in May because of this.

I am tired. My bed and I get along very well. Prehaps to well.
I have road blocks in my head

let's go on dreaming, although we know we are

raise your glass to the boy who lived

today i was looking for something to write about, trying to wipe away the sadness, but i didn't really know what to say. you see, i am not really in the mood for whimsical blogs, commemerating the death of lord voldermort or announcing my musings. it normaly comes out stupid anyway. what i am in the mood for is slow songs, lower case letters and good tea. it's that kinda day.
and then, i remebered something. it was a sunday and post secrets came out on this day.
and it made me just a little bit happier