Well, I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving because I know I sure did!

I crocheted an owl hat for my baby cousin (everyone loved it!) and now her parents want some. O_O So I’ll be making a matching owl hat for my aunt and a hawk (if I can find a pattern) for her partner. 😛

I ate food. But I didn’t go too overboard, I’m happy to say! I did eat more than I normally would, but I didn’t get sick. 🙂

I waited in the house for my bestie to arrive, while my family enjoyed a bonfire and hayride.

When she got there, my friend, her family, and mine went around on a hayride. 😀 They’re so fun! ^_^

Sarah and I stayed had planned to pull off an all-nighter, but sadly, only made it ’till 3:00 a.m. We’re aiming to break our record which is 5:00 a.m. But we need loud music and a barn to dance around in. Last time we did that, we practically played RED’s “Perfect Life” on repeat and danced. Well, I can’t dance, so I’ll just say we exercised. Hard.

We arose at six something (originally, we were planning on getting up at five) and then Sarah’s mom drove us to Kohl’s. After that, we had a lovely breakfast at First Watch. From there, we went to JC Penny and my lovely friend bought a leather jacket. And let me tell you. It’s flipping gorgeous.

Pictures of it on me (I’m a thief. Sue me.) to follow below.

After that, we went to Walmart and headed home.

I made it out with a sweater and sparkly blue tank top.

And now, ladies and gentlemen: the Jacket. Well, it’s more me, but we were just fooling around with the camera. 😉






And the lovely Mirriam Neal edited a couple! She’s so amazing. ❤



Let me know how your Thanksgiving went (or if you celebrated at all)! 😀


God bless!


Happy Thanksgiving!

Hello, everyone! 😀

 Since tomorrow is Thanksgiving (and I don’t know if I’ll have a chance to do anything other than set up, eat, pack, and leave), I’m writing up a post today.

Why we celebrate Thanksgiving: Once upon a time, some English people boarded a ship called the “Mayflower.” They did this to escape the tyrannical rule of King George III. They wanted to worship God in their own way. They wanted to escape the ridiculous taxes. They wanted a fresh start.

When they arrived in this new country, the elements wore them out. Some nice people who we call “Indians” were actually “Native Americans.” They taught the newcomers how to survive and shared their food.

We realized how much we had to be thankful for.

The tradition stems from this reaching out of one stranger to another.

See how much impact sharing can make? We should do it more…

28 things I am thankful for:

1) So thankful that I am a Catholic Christian! Thank you, God!

2) That I am a ginger.

3) That I am American.

4) All of those who have served, are serving, and will serve my country.

5) My family.

6) My friends.

7) Sarah (notice how you landed on the perfect number? 😛 )

8) Being able to write, even if it’s not good.

9) My two lovely beta readers. ❤ I don’t know if I’d keep writing Desensitized without you two. 😉

10) Everything that’s happened to me over the summer even though I still don’t understand it. It was one of the most painful experiences in my life and I think I’ve grown up  a little because of it…

11) The fruit I’m eating right now (strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries).

12) Tea. (Americans have British roots, ya know. 😉 )

13) Books.

14) Mirriam Neal, her books, and blog. Gawsh, you’re so much fun! ❤

15) Una and her ability to make me laugh. A lot.

16) Lisa and the way she ships Caespen (seriously, your emails back to me make me smile! I love that you love my babies!)! ❤

17) Music. Especially Red, Skillet, Thousand Foot Krutch, Evanscence, Christina Grimmie, The Afters, and a bunch of other bands. XD

18) Clothes. Thank God for clothes. Like, I’m not a fashionista. I’m just thankful people wear clothes.

19) Pope Francis. This man is so loving! A role model for everyone!


21) My ability to be a freak and not care. Yeah. It means I can be slightly obnoxious.

22) Also for the ability to come off as very mature when I need to.

23) Food.

24) A two-story house on 20 acres of land. Oh, thank you, God, for not putting me in a neighborhood. *cringes* PEOPLE.


26) Internet. Though I’m conflicted on whether it’s a good thing or not… oh well. I don’t care. 😛

27) I feel like this needs to have a huge impact… but I can’t think of anything. Um… oh! My eyeballs! They’re blue! Except for the right one! It has sectoral heterochromia, like I mentioned previously! It’s blue too, but with a brown spot! 😀

EDIT: I FORGOT 28!!!! So here it is: Sherlock. *nodnod* The BBC telly series (with the exception of episode 4. Why they wasted their time on it, I have no clue.). ^_^

What are you thankful for? Let me know in the comments! 🙂

God bless!


Hide All the Writing!

Helloooooo, all!

I’m still tired.

I was almost in tears last night, wondering why I keep laughing. Mom thinks it’s because I spend so much time on the computer (sorry, can’t help it! All my highschool classes are online!) and because I don’t exercise (hey, I’m pretty small [as in 4’11” and 100-106 lbs.], so I’m good, right? I mean, I’m not stick-thin, but I’m not chubby either.).

Ah, well. SOCKS (es o se que es = it is how it is [Spanish]).

 Today’s post is going to be on why so many writers (myself included) don’t mind  sharing their work with complete strangers over the internet, but would rather get  run over by a taxi than show it to their parents/guardians/siblings/cousins/other  relatives/friends.

It is a bit strange, don’t

 you think? I mean, our families have been there for us all our  lives and yet… we still have trouble presenting our work to them. Why?

Because writing is bleeding. It is a pouring of ourselves onto paper. Our deepest fears, darkest thoughts, and most fantastical dreams. We share our life’s lessons with those who will read them. In essence, we put on paper what we could never tell people in real life.

People with whom we communicate over the internet just don’t seem real sometimes. I mean, I know they’re people, not robots. I know they have feelings and care. I can get to know them almost as well as I could in real life, but there’s something missing: facial expressions, hugs, warmth, voices. These qualities are so important in making friendships, but they are lacking over the internet.

And that’s why we can share stories with them. We have a false sense of privacy and security. They’re not people we’ve known

forever and who will judge us based on who they thought we

 were as opposed to who they see when they read what we’ve written.

This is what we’re afraid of when letting those in our physical lives read our works. We’re afraid they’ll worry, judge us, make us stop, ask us why, hurt our feelings, etcetera. They know us as well as anyone could in real life, but we write about the things they don’t know.

But, as humans, we all have feelings, thoughts, and fears that we could never tell anyone in real life. Paper is our way of letting it all out.

So, why are writers afraid to show their work to their friends/families? Because we are afraid.

It’s not a bad thing, but I believe it’s something we need to get over. If you’re a serious writer and have the intention of publishing, it’s best to not keep the secret until it’s out for the whole world to see. They will feel hurt that you didn’t trust them and that you were afraid to show them. If you know they love you unconditionally, I encourage you to show them. ❤

If you can’t do that right away, it’s perfectly all right. 😉 I don’t know when I’ll conquer this fear. I hope to one day. BUT IT IS NOT THIS DAY. (Anyone catch that LotR reference? 😛 )

And don’t let yourself become a Snoopy. You’ve got a story to tell. Tell it.

And now… I present to you the cutest video on the face of the earth: Benedict Cumberbatch reading a bedtime story (I remember this one!).

God bless!


You know you’re a fangirl when…

…you incorporate geeky subjects into your biology power point presentation. Yep. I did it.

Well, I haven’t given my speech yet, but I did one (without fangirling) earlier. I think it went pretty well! 🙂 I spoke clearly, projected my voice, and didn’t say “um” a lot. ^_^ I’m proud of myself. The subject was mitosis and meiosis.

That didn’t give me much room to fangirl. But my next speech/power point presentation will be on mutations! NOW I can fangirl.

Wait. That didn’t sound right…

Anyway. *cough* After I gave my speech, my brother did his (gosh, he’s such a wonderful speaker), and then another girl in my class named Kellie (I think that’s how she spells her name). She did hers on the reproductive system.

Apparently, I have a rather expressive face, so she kept pointing at me and laughing. Is that bad? Nahhhh.

So! How do you incorporate fangirlyness into a speech on genetic mutations? *chuckles*

  • When speaking on albinos, I brought in the Albino from The Princess Bride.
  • When speaking on heterochromia, I brought in Benedict Cumberbatch (bet you didn’t know he was a mutant!)
  • When speaking on blue skin tones, I brought up Loki.

GUYS, LAST NIGHT I WAS RESEARCHING ALL THIS STUFF. NO ONE WAS HOME AND I WAS LAUGHING. Laughing when you’re alone at nothing and everything is not good.

At all.

I swear. I saw the word “cheezeburger” and I laughed.

I was reading How Stuff Works and saw this, “In August 2007, many news organizations reported that redheads or “gingers,” as our British and Australian friends call them, would eventually become extinct.”


OH MY WORD. I’m a double mutant!!! My right eyeball has heterochromia and I’m a redhead. GINGERS ARE A RESULT OF MUTATIONS.

Everyone: I am a beautiful mutant. *stares lovingly into a mirror*

Is that funny? Is it something to laugh about?

How about this?

I called my bestie up to talk to her. Maybe she could make me normal again (as if I ever was to begin with)… Maybe.

Whoops! nope!

There was a 2 second silence and I forgot I was on the phone.


I almost had a heart attack when she started talking again. O_O

I might have issues… but my parents won’t tell me.

I told my dad. He gave me a look, then proceeded to ask me what I took before he came home.

My answer? “COKE! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT’S A CODE WORD FOR? *whispers* …cocaine.” (I promise you, guys. I did not. I’m not a druggie. All I took was Advil, because I was in pain. But that was hours before.)

Something is not right with me. I suspect it’s the fact that I’ve been awake too long without sufficient sleep…

Ah, well. There’s a post on nothing. 🙂

Wish me luck on this next speech, y’all!

God bless!


Equality and Rights: Are All People Equal?

Hello to all! 😀

I’m surprised I didn’t get a lot of hate on that last post. But even if I did, I wouldn’t really care. 😛 I’m just one of those people. I do what I want, when I want (as long as my mum says it’s okay). Ya know what I mean? I appreciate polite debates, but not hate. If you would like clarification on what I believe and would like to point anything out, please do so, but with respect.

Are all people equal?

This question has two answers: yes and no.

Yes: We are all equally human and endowed by God with the rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

>Life: Everyone has the right to life, which makes abortion intrinsically wrong. I mean, this is logic. If a man shoots a pregnant woman and kills her, he is charged for TWO murders. Not one. So, if the law recognizes the child’s right to life in this instance, why is that same child denied his/her right to life if the mother decides she doesn’t want a baby? Makes no sense to me.

I know that there are many different situations that could make the woman want to abort her child, but it’s all wrong. A child conceived in rape is still human and still has the right to live. What’s worse is that these unborn babies have no voice to speak up. This is murder in cold blood.

>Liberty: Liberty is a tricky issue. People use it as an excuse to justify the wrong they have done. “I had a right!” Yeah, sure. You had the right to do x, y, and z until it infringed on someone else’s rights. People use “liberty” as an argument in advocating for the “civil rights” movement. This is not a liberty, guys.

Marriage is solely for the purpose of creating a family. And family is the core of society. When you redefine that, you pretty much just signed your country’s death warrant. And I’m not being overly dramatic about that. I mean it in all seriousness. We’ll continue on from here in just a little bit.

>Pursuit of happiness: This is kind of following up into liberty. You have a right to be happy as long as you’re not going so far as to infringe on someone else’s rights. In that case, it simply becomes an abused version of freedom.

No: While all people are equal, they are also different.

I want to share with you some notes I took in church a while back (paraphrased, since I’m not the fastest writer). I have to say: my preacher is one of the smartest men I know. He doesn’t just study the church’s history and say, “Oh, yes, but I wish it was this way.” No, he gives you the facts: all of them. You ask him a history question and he’ll tell you the answer off the top of his head in three seconds. I am so blessed to know Father C.

The points he made here pretty much sum up everything I would like to say:

1) “I’m for humans eating oysters, but not for oysters eating humans.” – George Orwell.

> This basically means that I’m for marriage, but not gay marriage.

2) Gay marriage isn’t about gays; it’s about redefining the marriage which the state can’t do.

3) There is only 1 human race. It used to be that there were no interracial couples way back when. Now, they’re saying it’s the same with gay marriage. But the difference is that with interracial couples: there was always the possibility of that happening. But no so with gay marriage. You can’t legislate against impossibilities.

> Mark 10:6 says, “But at the beginning of creation God ‘made them male and female.” (NIV) It’s impossible for reproduction to naturally occur between woman/woman or man/man.

4) All people are equal, but they’re different. You can’t treat them the same.

5) So, what about infertile couples? They don’t make families. What’s the difference between them and gays? The difference is that the infertile couple contributes to society by their example. The husband and wife can love each other, adopt children, etc. But gays can adopt too! The thing is, it’s impossible to raise a balanced family between man/man and woman/woman. You need both the father and the mother. Not the father pretending to be mother or the mother pretending to be father. It just doesn’t work.

6) Families are fundamental to society. (When we talk about families, we’re talking about man + woman = children.)

7) There is such a thing as “rational discrimination.”

> For instance, if you owned a company and you were hiring a truck driver, you wouldn’t put a blind man up for the job. It’s not because you’re racist or have something against blind people. It’s because the blind man cannot do the job.

> If you’re driving and total your car, who do you want to answer the phone when you dial for help? The tow truck man/emergency people or the pizza delivery guy who knows nothing about cars? You value the pizza delivery man for what he does and the two truck man for what he does and the emergency people for what they do. You wouldn’t want one doing the job of another.

Well, that’s all I have on the topic of homosexuality. I hope and pray it speaks to you clearly. If you have any questions, leave them in the comments and I’ll see what I can do to answer them. 😉

God bless!


Controversial Topics Addressed

Hey, everyone!

I’ll get down to the point. I jut read an article on Life Site News and frankly, I’m quite angry.

Now, before I get started, I want to say I love everyone. I may not like you, or agree with you on everything. In fact, I might even disagree with everything you have to say but I believe that all human beings deserve respect and I will treat you with the respect you deserve.

And I don’t want to step on anyone’s beliefs, but here we go. 😛

The article mentioned above stated that Florence High School in Colorado allows a “transgender” boy into the girls bathrooms. The girls are saying that he has harassed them, but the school denies it. The officials in the school told the girls that if they were uncomfortable with the boy in their bathroom, then they can use a staff bathroom which is quite far away from many classes.

These “civil rights” movements are affecting straights.

Now, why do I believe that being gay/transgender is wrong?

First, we need to go back to the roots.

If there is a God, everything matters. If there is no God, nothing matters.

I believe there is a God and I believe that everyone has a purpose and were born into whatever situation they are living in for a reason. You were born male? Deal with it. You were born female? Deal with it.

Guys, you were given certain traits for a reason. It’s pretty much sacrilegious to try and change who you are. Being a woman is tough, ladies. But guess what! It’s pretty flipping amazing too. We rule society. We set the standards.

Why is society crumbling? Because we dropped the bar, ladies. We aren’t forcing the men to treat us with respect. And that’s why the situation above is happening. Someone allowed that boy into the girls’ bathroom. And now the morally straight are suffering from this.

This is disturbing.

It’s not right for that school to make several girls (who, by the way, have the only right to be in the girls’ bathroom) use a SINGLE bathroom FAR AWAY from where their classes take place because a BOY (who is very confused) is in their bathroom.

Homosexuality and transgenderisation (is that even a word? O_o) is wrong. I don’t care what people have to say about it.

I don’t agree with them. But I love them. Because God made them.

Now. With that being said, I’d like to make one point clear: being attracted to girls if you’re female is not intrinsically wrong. And being attracted to boys if you’re male is not intrinsically wrong either. I do believe that your sexual orientation not something you can help. HOWEVER, if you treat a girl, ladies, as you would a man and if you treat a boy, gentlemen, as you would a woman, that is wrong.

It is when you indulge in these thoughts, feelings, etc. that it becomes a sin.

Everyone has a cross (or a challenge) that they must deal with in life. Whether it’s an annoying sibling, difficult parent, or your sexual orientation, these are things you specifically need to deal with. It’s not wrong unless you indulge in it.

Now, what does the Bible say about homosexuality?

Leviticus 20:13
“If a man practices homosexuality, having sex with another man as with a woman, both men have committed a detestable act. They must both be put to death, for they are guilty of a capital offense.” (NLT)

1 Corinthians 6:9-11
Don’t you realize that those who do wrong will not inherit the Kingdom of God? Don’t fool yourselves. Those who indulge in sexual sin, or who worship idols, or commit adultery, or are male prostitutes, or practice homosexuality, or are thieves, or greedy people, or drunkards, or are abusive, or cheat people-none of these will inherit the Kingdom of God. Some of you were once like that. But you were cleansed; you were made holy; you were made right with God by calling on the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God. (NLT)

1 Timothy 1:8-10
Now we know that the law is good, if one uses it lawfully, understanding this, that the law is not laid down for the just but for the lawless and disobedient, for the ungodly and sinners, for the unholy and profane, for those who strike their fathers and mothers, for murderers, the sexually immoral, men who practice homosexuality, enslavers, liars, perjurers, and whatever else is contrary to sound doctrine … (ESV)

With all this being said, I’d like to make one final point: even if you have sinned, remember that God knows your heart. He knows if you are sorry for your sins and, if you are, He forgives you. You are never too far gone to come back. 🙂

But don’t be prideful about it. Pride won’t help anything. 😉

So, hopefully, that got my point across. Our society is immoral and the decisions of bad people affect the good.

God bless!



I think this is something share-worthy. 🙂

“The danger for us is to forget that we are sinners.”
—Blessed Teresa of Calcutta

Chatterbox: Death

Hello, my lovelies! Sorry if that sounded creepy…

Anyway! The speech and debate tournament was fantastic! We had 109 competitors, 64 of which were new.  😀 We had three rounds of debate and 2 of speech. I’m a bit disappointed that I didn’t win all three. I believe that I should have won all of them, but hey! You never know exactly what’s going on in the judge’s head, right? I won two out of three rounds. Not bad. My speaker points were high! 😀

Impromptu, however, didn’t go so well. My topics were dreams and radiance. -_- But we won’t talk about that. 😛

In case you’re new, or missed it, last month started a monthly writing prompt sort of thing. For more information, check out the description on InkPen! 🙂 Onto the death scene! 😀


     She slipped between the rusty black gates, which just barely managed to hang onto their hinges, and into the cemetery. A gust of wind followed her in, blowing the chains and lock so that they clanged against the iron bars. Her fingers slipped under the collar of her maroon colored jacket and flipped it up to shield her pale face from the chill.

The crescent moon shone brightly behind a mist of clouds in the dark sky. No stars shone tonight.

The girl’s eyes scanned the uneven ground. Tombstones sat in the dirt, some chipped, some so worn that the words could not be made out. The memorial she sought was one such as this.

“Who are you looking for?” a voice growled. She did not turn around. “The cemetery is closed. I thought the fact that the gates were closed and chained would be an evident sign that no one should enter.”

“He told me to come tonight,” she explained quietly as if the grave keeper would understand. He nodded knowingly.

“Ah… This way.”

The man shook his head as he turned away, muttering something about an incredible number of young people.

The young woman followed the tall, lithe figure. It seemed to fade in and out with every step. She rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. Her heart thumped hard against the inside of her chest like it wanted out.

“You prepared to pay the fee?” the man asked. He stopped and turned to look at the girl. She wondered how old he was. He looked young, but his eyes seemed older than the earth itself. “It’s pricey.”

The girl nodded as she pulled her coat closer around her slender body. The man’s top-hat covered head turned back around followed by his body. He smirked as a small gasp escaped the young woman’s lips.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice muffled by a navy blue scarf.

“I am,” came the answer.

“Then pay up.”

A dagger appeared in the man’s pale, bony hand. The girl accepted the weapon and, with a deep breath, plunged it into her own heart. A shriek filled the air, but the wind whipped it away quickly. The woman’s body disappeared and, in her place, a young man stood. He sighed.

“Rest in peace, my darling,” he whispered, touching the gravestone that, just moments before, had his name written across the front. It now read the name of the young woman who had died to give him his life back.


God bless!


Tournaments, Talking, and Tired

Hello, my wonderful readers!

Just a quick update on what’s been going on. 🙂

Saturday, I have a speech and debate practice tournament all. day. long. As if the time change doesn’t make me tired enough, I have to get up around 5:00 a.m. or so in the morning on the one day I am able to sleep in. Yay. But it’s all good. I really enjoy debating. 🙂 I’m a member of NCFCA (National Christian Forensics Communications Association) and I’m a proud LDer. For more information on that, click here. 🙂 Also, Mom signed me up for impromptu. And I didn’t know that until a few weeks ago and I haven’t practiced for that or anything. O__________________________O Thanks, Mom. Very impromptu.

I’ve been spending my time doing school, cramming cases for both aff and neg (though mostly neg), and I’m proud to say that I have been getting in a little more than 1,000 words a day (with a few exceptions) in the third book of Desensitized. ^_^ I’m not doing NaNo, though I wish I could. Good luck to all of you involved though! 😉 I’m sure you’re doing great!

I’m a bit hesitant about sharing my writing with people… so… I’m going to swallow that fear and give y’all a snippet of book 3. *hides* Only, like, 2 people are reading it so far (big thanks to Una and Lisa) and they’re really nice. So don’t kill me. I’m still learning and I could be classified as an old newbie. 😛

So, here is the beginning of chapter 2:

Kody and I arrive at a small, quiet neighborhood a week later. I glance down at the paper in my hands.

“It says… 3805 Peck Street… I think. This penmanship is atrocious.” I look out the window and through the rain drops obscuring the clear glass. Kody and I both check the numbers on the houses and mailboxes and yawn. “Can’t wait to get there. I’m exhausted.”

“Yeah, I think I’ll crash too,” Kody responds, peering through the rain coming down like a thick blanket onto the windshield. “Ugh! This stupid rain!”

I nod. “It ain’t helping me stay awake any.”

“Same here.”

“Hey, how’d you find out where they were anyway?” I ask in the hope that a conversation would keep us both awake. We’ve been taking turns driving for the past three days, only stopping for food and bathroom breaks.

Kody glances over at me and grins. “I like to eavesdrop. When they were leaving, they told Cael where they were going and gave him their addresses in case something really bad happened. I wrote it down.”

“Oh. I guess you skipped out on the beautiful penmanship gene then, huh?” I smile, continuing to keep an eye out for the house numbers.

“Yeah. Skipped me an went to Ca- hey, there it is!” Kody pulls the car into a driveway. The rain is coming down so heavily that I can’t even see the house only a few yards away.

“I think we should wait until the rain lets up a bit,” I suggest, unbuckling my seatbelt. Kody does the same, nodding.

“I think this one is Blade’s house… Or, it’s one of his relative’s houses anyway. Bill Ferguson, I believe. He’s renting it. Core went to live with his cousin, Ryan Peterson.”

I turn my head slowly to stare at Kody. “I’m really disturbed now.”

The young man adopts an innocent look. “Why?”

“Dude, how do you even know that information? It’s pretty personal too. Do you know my number too?”

“Which number? Your cell phone number or the one on your wrist?”

My jaw drops slightly. I clap my hand over the scannable tattoo. “Wrist,” I challenge.

“Uh, I’m not great at numbers. But it’s 33092608, right?”

“Nine,” correct.

He grins cheekily. “I know. I just wanted to mess up so it wouldn’t totally freak you out.”

“Okay, that’s just-” My hands flail about as if that would convey how utterly terrified I am. “You’re such a creeper!” I manage to say at last.

Kody lets out a short bark of laughter. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It’s not one. Creepers are… creepy. I don’t like them.”

“But you like me.”

“Not anymore.”

“Oh, come on. Yes, you do.”






“The fact’s already been established, weirdo.”

Aaaaaand now I have something fun for all of you! 😀 A video! It’s by a singer named Christina Grimmie and her friend. Christina is a 19 year old Christian who started homeschooling in 2010. Check out her music — it’s fantastic! ^_^

Here’s the vid (watch all 6 of them — they’re hilarious)! I hope you enjoyed the writing snippet! 🙂

God bless!



If y’all could pray for the tournament to go well, I’d appreciate it. 🙂 It’s a long day and my club is hosting the tournament and there’ll be, like, a lot of people there. I think it’s 100 – 200 kids. I think. Anyway. Thanks!

November Already?

Good grief! Time passes by so quickly! *shakes head* Sometimes I just want to go back to being four years old again where my worst nightmare was a clown popping up from the side of my squeaky red bunk-bed and making faces at me. *sigh* Ah well. Those days are gone (though clowns will always freak me out). We can’t stop time, only make the best of it, right?

Well, that’s what I did! ^_^ And here’s some pix to prove it! 😀

And, even though I do this every time, I apologize for the horrible quality of my pictures. I forgot to steal my dad’s camera, so I could only take pictures with my computer at home after we’d gone trick or treating. (Yes, I’m 15. Yes, I still trick or treat. Yes, I do dress up. Yes, I do it for the candy. And because dressing up is fun.)

Anyways, one guy got the Sherlocked reference. It made my day. ^_^

Without further ado, here are the pictures. 😀 Hope you can actually see them… 😛 And I DID have tally marks on my arms! I promise! And mascara tears. You might be able to see the tears, but I washed the tally marks off in the car because I didn’t want to waste time doing it when I got home. 😛







I’d love to see what you came up with for Halloween! If you feel like sharing, go ahead and leave links in the comments! 🙂

God bless!



Good luck to all you NaNoers! I’d do it, except my parents don’t think it’s a priority at this point in my life. *sigh*