Finally Christmas!!!

Merry Christmas!

It's finally here! My grandma gave my siblings and me a computer for Christmas and it's amazing! :D Anyone get anything good?

Anxiously Waiting!

Christmas... Christmas... Christmas..... Why do you have to be so far away?! AND why do I still have to have school today and tomorrow??

Pizza: Delicious yet Fattening Treat, or Vegetable?

We've all heard from our parents that pizza may taste yummy, but it's not healthy and we shouldn't eat it that often. However, the U.S. Congress disagrees! Recently, Congress has decided to tell America that pizza is a vegetable and should be served in more schools as a healthier lunch option than French fries.

http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/lifestyle/11/18/11/pizza-vegetable-according-us-lawmakers

I don't know about anyone else, but I find this statement absolutely disgusting and I frankly can't believe that America, who was so concerned a year ago with lowering the percentage of childhood obesity, would now claim pizza, a dish made with globs and globs of melted, gooey cheese, tomato sauce, and gallons of oil and grease, a vegetable!

The serving size for a typical cheese pizza is two slices, due to the fact that one slice can have 300-445 calories, 16 grams of fat, and 55 carbs.

Have you ever pressed a napkin to a fresh slice of pizza? If you haven't, try it next time you go out to eat or order in pizza. The amount of grease that soaks through your napkin is horrendous, and the US wants to pass this off as a healthy lunch option?

That's just horrid, America. Have you totally been blindsided by McDonald's? Come on. Remember health class in middle school, and what happens to your body after eating too much pizza? That's sick.

Wake up, America!





is the same as.

Favorite. Sayings. Ever!

1. (British guy) "Toad in a hole, that's horrid!"

2. "Looks at me, I'm square dancing!" (British guy) "And I'm a British guy square dancing!"

Wow.

No one's blogged in forever! Ewok's gone, but I suspect he'll be back this summer.

This was a fun summer, wasn't it, with everybody blogging all the time? I miss that. Come on, guys!!!! Start blogging again!!! I miss y'all!

Jane

I think it was Jane.
Yes, it was Jane.
Jane was the girl 
Who walked away
Left me alone
Broke my heart.
I thought of Jane today.
Wondered, "Why?"
She laughed
And packed
That one
September day.
I think it was Jane.
Yes, her name was Jane. 

Remembering 9/11

Ten years ago today, terrorists attacked America on our home soil for the first time since the attack on Pearl Harbor, in December 1941.

So this is for the victims of terrorism everywhere.

Remember 9/11.

FineArtsChic is a genius. Look what she found on Facebook! Thanks for whoever wrote this!

You were my brother, my friend, my twin.

Everybody mourns you. They miss your laugh, your face, your red hair. They miss your good mood, your cunning... even your pranks.

But nobody misses you like I do.

We had always been "the Weasley twins". We were geniuses, pranksters...

What are we when we're apart?

We are nothing.

I am nothing.

I lost a part of myself, of my mind and my heart.

Mum and Dad haven't smiled in weeks. No one has.

I know it isn't his fault, but I can't help hating him. We went to save him, Harry Potter. You ran to help Percy and in just one minute, your life was lost forever.

I never thought it would end like this. I always believed we would be together until the end, as brothers.

How wrong I was.

Nothing will ever be the same again. George Weasley will never be the same again.

Fred... You're gone.

And I couldn't even say goodbye.

HARRY POTTER

20 YEARS AGO TODAY HARRY MET RON AND HERMIONE. HELP KEEP THE HARRY POTTER GENERATION ALIVE!

Urgh

School's going well, I just don't feel like posting. :)

First day

SO glad it's over. But it wasn't that bad. It's going to be a lot of work though.

With a Little Luck

WITH A LITTLE LUCK, WE CAN HELP IT OUT,
WE CAN MAKE THIS WHOLE DAMN THING WORK OUT.
WITH A LITTLE LOVE, WE CAN LAY IT DOWN,
CAN'T YOU FEEL THE TOWN EXPLODING?

THERE IS NO END TO WHAT WE CAN DO TOGETHER, (together)
THERE IS NO END. (there is no end, there is no end)
THE WILLOW TURNS HIS BACK ON INCLEMENT WEATHER,
AND IF HE CAN DO IT,
WE CAN DO IT, JUST ME AND YOU.

AND A LITTLE LUCK, WE CAN CLEAR IT UP,
WE CAN BRING IT IN FOR A LANDING.
WITH A LITTLE LUCK, WE CAN TURN IT ON,
THERE CAN BE NO MISUNDERSTANDING.

THERE IS NO END TO WHAT WE CAN DO TOGETHER, (together)
THERE IS NO END. (there is no end, there is no end)
THE WILLOW TURNS HIS BACK ON INCLEMENT WEATHER,
WE CAN DO IT, JUST ME AND YOU.

WITH A LITTLE PUSH, WE COULD SET IT OFF,
WE CAN SEND IT ROCKETING SKYWARDS.
WITH A LITTLE LOVE, WE COULD SHAKE IT UP,
DON'T YOU FEEL THE COMET EXPLODING?

WITH A LITTLE LUCK, WITH A LITTLE LUCK,
WITH A LITTLE LUCK, A LITTLE LUCK, A LITTLE LUCK...

WITH A LITTLE LUCK, WE CAN HELP IT OUT,
WE CAN MAKE THIS WHOLE DAMN THING WORK OUT.
WITH A LITTLE LOVE, WE CAN LAY IT DOWN,
CAN'T YOU FEEL THE TOWN EXPLODING?

WITH A LITTLE LOVE, BABY, WE CAN SET IT OFF,
SEND IT ROCKETING SKYWARDS.
WITH A LITTLE LUCK, WE COULD SHAKE IT UP, OH YEAH, YEAH.

WITH A LITTLE LUCK, WE CAN HELP IT OUT,
WE CAN MAKE THIS WHOLE DAMN THING WORK OUT.
WITH A LITTLE LOVE, WE CAN LAY IT DOWN,
CAN'T YOU FEEL THE TOWN EXPLODING?

WITH A LITTLE PUSH, WE CAN SEND IT OFF,
WE CAN SEND IT ROCKETING SKYWARDS.
WITH A LITTLE LOVE, WE COULD SHAKE IT UP,
DON'T YOU FEEL THE COMET EXPLODING?

She will not dance in the rain
feel it beating on her face
taste it on her tongue
laugh all around her.
She will not feel the sunlight
drum on her back
keep her awake at night
beam from the heavens.
She will never laugh again
feel it sparkle
light up their faces
make them happy.

Walk-around

So my school's walk-around was this morning. It went well. I found my way to classes and my new locker and such. I got to see some friends that I haven't seen in a while. My locker is now decorated with photos of Tom Felton, Anne Frank, and The Beatles.

I'm pretty excited for my classes this year. We're studying the Holocaust and WWII, and we're going to read Anne's diary and watch the movie "The Boy in the Striped Pajamas". I've read that book but not seen the movie. Has anyone seen the movie? Is it good?

Now I'm really excited for school!

The beginning of a new school year

So for most of us, school has either already started or is starting really soon.
And for those of you who know me, you know that I started at a new school last year, and that I'm kind of (very) nervous to return to this school this year, but I had one thing, and one person, that have really made me less frightened on the whole.

I was reading one of my favorite books, Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl the other day, and I got to thinking about Anne's take on life today. She says that it's impossible to be sad if you go outside and take a moment to be at one with nature- with God.

My mom and I were talking the other day, and she told me one of her favorite quotes. "No one can make you feel inferior whithout your consent." Eleanor Roosevelt. This quote is now my mantra, and I don't know if my mom knows it, but in telling me that quote, and simply being there to listen to me stress and vent and ramble, she helped me a whole lot. I love you, Mom. :) You're the best.

I know this is a serious post, coming from me, a girl that you normally expect to talk about music, or actors, or other things, some less profound than others, but it's what's on my mind right now.
So I'd like to just give a shout-out to anyone who's struggling with anything right now, whether it's school, or family, or friends, or anything! I want to say that you're not alone, and that people suffer these inflictions daily. If you have faith, keep believing in yourself, and don't mind what those "popular" people say.

And keep this in mind: "I'm not going to change the way I look or the way I feel to conform to anything." John Lennon. But I feel there should be an added "or anyone" in there.

John 3:16

 16 For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

Jeremiah 1:4-10

Now the word of the Lord came to me saying,
'Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,
and before you were born I consecrated you;
I appointed you a prophet to the nations.'
Then I said, 'Ah Lord God! Behold,
I do not know how to speak,
for I am only a youth.'
But the Lord said to me,
'Do not say, "I am only a youth;"
for to all to whom I send you you shall go,
and whatever I command you you shall speak.
Be not afraid of them,
For I am with you to deliver you,'
says the Lord.
Then the Lord put forth his hand
and touched my mouth; and the Lord said to me,
'Behold, I have put my words in your mouth.
See, I have set you this day over nations and over
kingdoms,
to pluck up and to break down,
to destroy and overthrow,
to build and to plant.

Randomosity

This one is a really great track off of "A Hard Day's Night", called "If I Fell". It's an earlier song, but it's a great ballad by John, and it's cool to hear the softer, more lovable side of him.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Ets2eNJzhY

The video is an actual clip from the movie "A Hard Day's Night". Nai, I know you hated the movie, but at least you'll know what I'm talking about.


And this song is a hysterical country riff from our favorite Paul McCartney :) and yes, in the video, John uses his elbows on the keyboard :):):) This video is from their BLACKPOOL CONCERT 1965!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cGdliCIksds&feature=related


This song is of Paul talking to me during the concert that I went to the other week. You can't hear my voice, but near the end of the video, when he goes, "All right, thank you!" it's to me :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VzPZtA1fxI4

And this is a video of LAUREN LOPEZ AS MALFOY IN A VERY POTTER MUSICAL!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DbUbiQPbOeA

Let's sum up half of the human population, shall we?

STUPID. Incredibly STUPID.

New poll

Haha, Snape won by 8-0. I love that.

Anyways, my new poll is a question that has been asked since humans could talk: Coke or Pepsi? And since you can't see the answers, the top one is Coke, bottom is Pepsi.

Haha my cousin and I are INSANE

Last night, I spent the night at my cousin Julie's house. She's my age and one of the best friends I have. It also helps that she's in love with all things Harry Potter and Pendragon (BTW, if any of you haven't read the Pendragon books, read them. Please.).

So when we got to her house (she lives 2 hours away from me), we immediately ran down to her bedroom and turned on Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. After that wonderful movie ended, we turned on Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, the next in the Potter series. And, yup, you guessed it. We turned on Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Askaban. We watched that twice. And by the time we finished with POA, it was ten p.m., and we were hopped up on sugar. And Draco Malfoy.

In the first picture, we consumed Lays chips, Coke, Ding-Dongs, Sour Patch Kids, Sqwigglies, and Mike n Ikes, and watched Harry Potter and talked over and over and over about Pendragon.

And then this morning we watched POA again and played with her chickens and cats (she lives on a farm).

Oh yeah. Did I mention we had Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince playing all through the night? :)

Unnamed beginning of a story

"Auf, auf!" screamed the kapo. Mother poked me in the arm. "Up, Hanneli, up!" she ordered.
I sighed. I had been dreaming of life in the good times--the times before Auschwitz. My sister, Sarah, and I were just about to drink hot cocoa. But it is not wise to linger in dreams-- in wishes. There were days where I remembered Sarah and I felt like giving up. Sweet Sarah, only ten years old and they took her away! Along with baby Josef, and Papa. That was three weeks ago. We haven't seen them since.
Shaking my head to get rid of my sleepiness, Mother and I, along with out four bunkmates, scrambled out of our "bed" to await permission to march--in careful single-file lines-- out to the Appellplatz.
"Dreckigen Schweine, jetzt gehen!" Filthy swine, go now. Ruth, a girl in the bunk next to mine, leaned over and muttered, "She's being nicer than usual today!" Managing a small smile, I turned forward again and marched.

To osumone: Answer

To answer your question, osumone, if I were to be sorted into one of Hogwarts' Houses, I'd wish it to be Gryffindor, but seeing as I'm not brave at all, I'd be a Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. To contradict Malfoy in Book 1, if I were put in Slytherin, not Hufflepuff, I'd leave.

That leaves me with a question for all of you. Please comment on this post telling which House you'd be sorted into. :)

Just a couple things

Okay. First thing: I put up a new poll on my blog, but you can't see it because the text is black on a black photo, so I'll tell you the answers. The one on top is "Snape" and the bottom one is "Voldemort".

Second thing: Tomorrow morning, my family and I leave for my grandparent's lake house, and we'll get back on Monday the 8th, but I won't have wifi up there, so no blogging. Sorry, it's the truth. :D

I can't believe it's already August 3! I mean, school starts soon, and this year is a big milestone, so it's like, great, summer's over!

He spoke to me

Now, I know some, probably ALL of you readers might think this is a joke, a gag, a rag over your eyes that I'm pulling, but it's not.
Tonight's concert was the BEST, most AMAZING night of my life. EVER. NO QUESTIONS. Seeing Paul was amazing, breathing the same air he was breathing was amazing, and if course, his music was amazing. But the best part? During his first encore, I don't even remember what song he had just finished singing, when I yelled, "PAULIE YOU'RE AMAZING!" and he looked up to my general direction, and REPLIED! He said, "All right, thank you!" and I didn't hear anything after that because my mom had grabbed me and we were both screaming like, well, like Paul McCartney had just spoken to one of us!
I started sobbing, (and not for the first time, either. The moment he first walked on stage and I saw PAUL MCCARTNEY, I burst into tears. And on and on throughout the concert.) and had to sit down. However, mom pulled me back up because Macca had just started singing "Birthday", and I love that song. She reassured me that I could cry my eyes out for the entire car ride home, which I'm about to start doing once I publish this phone-post. So, yes, dear, lovely, wonderful readers, I talked to Paul McCartney. And he replied.

Another Day- Paul McCartney

Well. My day was unneventful, how about yours? I didn't do anything really, except start knitting a Gryffindor hat for one of my best friends. Truth to be told, I didn't know he liked Harry Potter, but whatever. The red and gold will go fine with his hair, at least.
But the main point of this boring, totally normal post is that tomorrow is PAUL MCCARTNEY!

Ugh.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Post-Potter Depression SUCKS! I HATE being depressed all the time. It's like, wherever I go, I see or hear something that reminds me of something having to do with Harry Potter, and I'll be depressed for the rest of the day. OH YEAH, and if I hear a song that's in the background of a Fred Weasley tribute video, or someone says "Fred", I start sobbing. No joke. Ask my friend at www.fineartslife.blogspot.com.

To end this *hole of depression* post, a comment I found somewhere on the Internet.


Fred.
Finally pranking it up with the Marauders.

Think about it

The next time you witness hatred
The next time you see injustice
The next time you hear about genocide
Think about what you saw.

United States
Holocaust
Memorial
Museum
ushmm.org

Change of face

As you can see, I've changed my blog all around. Because my blog's design fluctuates with my likes and dislikes, right now, it's the Weasley twins. I've also changed my name to MrsWeasley, so if you see that in a comment, it's I. (I'm pretty sure that's correct. Mom, Dad? Any comments?)

~dances off to ADELE's "Set Fire to the Rain"~

RIP my baby

Have you ever wanted to curl up in a ball and cry, cry until your face is soaked and your eyes are so swollen you can't see? That's how I feel right now.*spoiler alert* I first read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows in 2007, when it came out, but it didn't hit me until I saw the last movie on Saturday how much I'd miss Fred Weasley. He's an amazing guy and honesty, he didNOT deserve to die. He and George have been my best friends since kindergarten, when I first started the series, and they've been with me ever since. Yes, I cried when he died in the book, but seeing his dead body on screen, up in your face, is a whole different deal. Please no negative comments on this post. I'm totally serious when I say that Fred Weasley's death is like losing my best friend.

Camp

Hey guys!
I'm going to camp this week, I leave like at one pm today, so I won't be blogging for a while. I get back on Friday night.
See ya!
Eleanor

A candle for Anne

I lit a candle for Anne
I lit a candle for Anne because she's our candle
She's the light burning in all of us
The fire that keeps us going,
The flame that kindles our love for life
The spark that sets us apart from others
Her light still shines though it was smothered in 1945
I lit a candle for Anne
I lit a candle for Anne because she is my candle.

Washington, D.C.

Now, I'm blogging while listening to Art of Dying's "Sorry", so I apologize if this post doesn't make sense.
My family's on our annual vacation this week, but this year we chose to go to dc instead, and I am SO glad we did! We went to the Washington Monument this morning, followed by the White House, the Lincoln Monument, the Air and Space museum, and the United States Capital building. In a few minutes, we're leaving to go see the Jefferson Monument and the Lincoln Memorial at night. They're supposed to be beautiful that way, and plus we haven't seen Jefferson yet.
Tomorrow we're doing the Holocaust Memorial Museum and other neat things--like the Library of Congress! I'll upload photos on here when I get home on Friday when I have a computer not a phone.
Later!

Oh yeah

It's Ringo Starr's birthday. He's 71. Also my friend melissa's birthday.

Over and Over

As most of you know, I'm obsessed with rock music. It used to be that I hated rock unless it was 60s or 70s rock, until two of my best friends, whom you'll recognize from two blogs, introduced me to Art of Dying, Three Days Grace, and Linkin Park. Ewok introduced me to the first two, and Cami introduced me to Linkin Park. Honestly? I bought TDG's song "Over and Over" earlier, and I have listened to nothing since. Seriously. I'm totally addicted. Thanks, guys!

Weehee, Eleanor had fun today!!!

So y'all know that I knit, right? Or if you didn't, I do. Yup. I'm crunchy. In the home-ec, likes to knit way. And guess what? I knit a purse today!!!

Killer

Paul was voted "Performer of the Year" in the UK!! Haha eat THAT, Black Eyed Peas!

This just in...

I am currently the owner of a dead fish, a pickle farm, and a steamboat named Fred.

JUST KIDDING! I'm ACTUALLY going to see PAUL MCCARTNEY LIVE! August 1st, 2011, at Wrigley Field, Chicago. It's going to be AMAZING! My only hope is that he sings "Silly Love Songs".

I've never felt more stereotypically American.

So my mom and I were just downstairs cleaning the kitchen, at 11 at night, and I went into the living room to gather any trash or dishes, and this is what I picked up.


P.S. Nai is really awesome and he rocks and stuff and he also he didn't write this.

World's most depressing movie, probably

I'm so sad. My friends Laura, Jane, and I watched one of the world's saddest movies last night/this morning. It's called "The Devil's Arithmetic", and it's based on a book by Jane Yolen. It's about a girl named Hanna Stern who doesn't respect her Jewish heritage, until one fatefull Passover. Hanna's 16 and can't imagine why her parents drag her to her aunt Eve's house for a holiday that "is for old people". Hanna is volunteered to open the door for Elijah during Passover, and when she opens the door, she's transported back to 1941, in Poland. Hanna does not believe that she went back in time, because she wakes up in her cousin Rivka's house. Rivka tells Hanna that she's been very sick with a fever that killed her parents. During Rivka's neighbor's wedding, the Nazis come and round up all of the Jews and ship them to a concentration camp. Rivka and Hanna find a young girl, nine years old, who's missing her parents, so they take her in. These three girls are made to work, digging trenches, in the freezing winter, with very thin clothes on and no hats, shoes, or gloves. During the movie, one of Rivka's friends, who was 24, had her baby in the camp. The women manage to keep the baby hidden for a couple of weeks, but the Nazi officers eventually find it and take it away. The mother demands to go with it, so they take her too, and then Rivka's mother attacks the Commandent, so she's taken also. Rivka develops chronic depression after her mother is shot, (we don't see that though- thank gosh!), and she becomes very ill, until it's all that Hanna can do to keep her on her feet. No one believes Hanna that she's from the future, so they are all entertained with her stories of pizza, dances, and other common American things. Rivka is so happy with Hanna's stories that she proclaims that if she ever gets out, she'll change her name to Eve.
Rivka's illness persists, and finally the Nazis find out. They also discover that Hanna and Rivka snuck the young girl into the women's barrack. They want to kill the girl and Rivka!! Hanna knows, however that Rivka is, in fact, Hanna's Aunt Eve! Hanna knows that if she lets Rivka die, her family's history will be changed forever. Hanna takes Rivka's headscarf and the little girl, and they are sent to a gas chamber. They are gassed, and right after Hanna dies, she sees a white light, and wakes up, back in her own time period, on Aunt Eve's bed! "Where's Aunt Eve? I need her!" Aunt Eve is brought over, and Hanna cries out, "My Rivka!" Eve tells Hanna the whole story of what happens, and Hanna realizes the importance of traditional holidays, to remember.

The Holocaust.

Never again.

I'm going to the beach tomorrow! Yay!

My family is going with a bunch of people to the beach tomorrow, including my friend Laura!!! Yay!!! It takes FOREVER to drive there, though. The car rides are always awful.

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PAULIE! I LOVE YOU!!!

PAULIE MCCARTNEY IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!!! You're 69 today!!! Happy birthday!!! I love you a lot!!! I stayed up until midnight last night, so I could ring in your birthday while listening to "Drive My Car", "Somedays", and "Yesterday". LOVE YOU!!! I'm wearing one of my Beatles shirts today, and I'm only listening to The Beatles, and I'm looking at pictures of you, etc etc. I forgot to send you a card this year though. Do you mind?

Love you!!!!

Eleanor Rigby

I am really depressed now.

Basically, the title of this post should explain my mood. Nai can tell you why. My mom and I checked Paul McCartney's website last night, and tickets to his upcoming concert, and the worst seats, nosebleed section, are $170. I've got $40. It's not gonna happen. Sadly. So no Paul in my immediate future. Or my future at all. Ugh.

And I thought I hated technology the OTHER day!

You're NOT going to believe this. Now my Netbook died! So now I'm resorting to blogging from my mom's archaic laptop, the only computer we have left, and even this one's on its last legs. I wish I could get the Internet back on my phone, just for blogging purposes, but no can do.

And guess what?? I STILL have laundry to do, and my room's not clean, and I have to do a math lesson or two, and I have to catch up on summer school. I took last week off of summer school because of theater camp, and now I'm behind.

Later.

Oh my gosh I hate technology!!!

I really, really, really hate technology! My dad's big computer, the home computer that I use for blogging, broke yesterday, so now I'm stuck blogging from our tiny Netbook. You know, those tiny little things that everyone says are so cool, handy, and useful but are in reality really hard to handle and slow? Yeah, those things. So now I'm posting from the aforementioned Netbook, and hating it.

 I have nothing to do today. Maybe I'll do laundry or clean my room for fun. I just ate lunch and went for a run with my friends Molly, Emma, and Sylvia, but not in that order. Sometime today I have to finish writing in my diary about what I did yesterday, because it was so much fun. I went shopping with my whole family, involving two disastrous car rides and a bag of corn chips, and then I was at my friend Alex's house for three hours. That was so much fun! His little sisters and I were beating him up with pillows and Wii remotes. 

I should really go now and clean. I have laundry to do and I want to read The Diary of Anne Frank again... Oh, and Cami??? Have fun on vacation! We miss you, and I'm jealous of the Coke-cabin! :) And Ewok???


SHMEH SHMEH SHMEH SHMEI SHMEI! (yes I changed it!!!)

You hate me now, right? :P

On this day

             On this day, June 12, 1929, a baby girl was born in Frankfurt am Main, Germany, to parents Otto Frank and Edith Frank-Hollander. She grew up to move to Amsterdam, Netherlands, where she lived on the third floor of a house on the Merwedeplein. And then, on July 6, 1942, this girl, now 13, and her two parents left their house in the beginning of the morning and walked to Otto's office building, 263 Prinsengracht. Her older sister, Margot, had arrived earlier that morning.
               This family was joined a few days later by the Van Pels family: sixteen-year-old Peter and his parents. And in November, a dentist named Fritz Pfeffer joined them in the Secret Annex, in the back of 263 Prinsengracht.
               This girl kept a diary from June 12, 1942, to August 1, 1944. On August 4, 1944, at 10 in the morning, these eight people were captured and arrested. They all perished in the clutches of the Nazis except Mr. Otto Frank. After the war, Otto returned to the Prinsengracht and collected his youngest daughter's diary.  First published in 1947, two years after the author had died, this diary has gone on to sell more than 20 million copies in 55 languages. The girl's name was Anne Frank.

               From the beginning: 
                                                                      June 12, 1942

                  I hope I will be able to confide everything to you, as I have never been able to confide in anyone, and I hope you will be a great source of comfort and support. 
         
               To the end:

                                                                       Tuesday, August 1, 1944

Dearest Kitty, 

 "A bundle of contradictions" was the end of my previous letter and is the beginning of this one. Can you please tell me exactly what "a bundle of contradictions" is? What does "contradiction" mean? Like so many words, it can be interpreted in two ways: a contradiction imposed from without and one imposed from within. The former means not accepting other people's opinions, always knowing best, having the last word; in short, all those unpleasant traits for which I'm known. The latter, for which I'm not known, is my own secret.

      As I've told you many times, I'm split in two. One side contains my exuberant cheerfulness, my flippancy, my joy in life and, above all, my ability to appreciate the lighter side of things. By that I mean not finding anything wrong with flirtations, a kiss, an embrace, an off-color joke. This side of me is usually lying in wait to ambush the other one, which is much purer, deeper and finer. No one knows Anne's better side, and that's why most people can't stand me. Oh, I can be an amusing clown for an afternoon, but after that everyone's had enough of me to last a month. Actually, I'm what a romantic movie is to a profound thinker--a mere diversion, a comic interlude, something that is soon forgotten: not bad, but not particularly good either. I hate having to tell you this, but why shouldn't I admit it when it's true? My lighter, more superficial side will always steal a march on the deeper side and therefor always win. You can't imagine how often I've tried to push away this Anne, which is only half of what is known as Anne--to beat her down, hide her. But it doesn't work, and I know why.

         I'm afraid that people who know me as I usually am will discover I have another side, a better and finer side. I'm afraid they'll mock me, think I'm ridiculous and sentimental and not take me seriously. I'm used to not being taken seriously, but only the "lighthearted" Anne is used to it and can put up with it; the "deeper" Anne is too weak. If I force the good Anne into the spotlight for even fifteen minutes, she shuts up like a clam the moment she's called upon to speak, and lets Anne number one do the talking. Before I realize it, she's disappeared.

        So the nice Anne is never seen in company. She's never made a single appearance, though she almost always takes the stage when I'm alone. I know exactly how I'd like to be, how I am... on the inside. But unfortunately I'm only like that with myself. And perhaps that's why--no, I'm sure that's the reason why--I think of myself as happy on the inside and other people think I'm happy on the outside. I'm guided by the pure Anne within, but on the outside I'm nothing but a frolicsome little goat tugging at its tether.

        As I've told you, what I say is not what I feel, which is why I have a reputation for being boy-crazy as well as a flirt, a smart aleck and a reader of romances. The happy-go-lucky Anne laughs, gives a flippant reply, shrugs her shoulders and pretends she doesn't give a darn. The quiet Anne reacts in just the opposite way. If I'm being completely honest, I'll have to admit that it does matter to me, that I'm always trying very hard to change myself, but that I'm always up against a more powerful enemy.

       A voice within me is sobbing, "You see, that's what's become of you. You're surrounded by negative opinions, dismayed looks and mocking faces, people who dislike you, and all because you don't listen to the advice of your own better half." Believe me, I'd like to listen, but it doesn't work, because if I'm quiet and serious, everyone thinks I'm putting on a new act and I have to save myself with a joke, and then I'm not even talking about my own family, who assume I must be sick, stuff me with aspirins and sedatives, feel my neck and forehead to see if I have a temperature, ask about my bowel movements and berate me for being in a bad mood, until I just can't keep up anymore, because when everyone starts hovering over me, I get cross, then sad, and finally end up turning my heart inside out, the bad part on the outside and the good part on the inside, and kept trying to find a way to become what I'd like to be and what I could be if...if only there were no other people in the world.

                                                                          Yours, Anne M. Frank

Wow. What must people think of me???

Today, my friends Molly and Emma saw my bedroom for the first time, and they were totally speechless. Eventually Emma goes, "How did I know what your bedroom was going to look like???" It was really funny, but I really wonder what people who've never seen my bedroom before think. For those of my friends who have been to my house, you know what I'm talking about.

Here are some pictures from my bedroom. I found copies on Google.

See what I mean? I have posters of Michael Jackson and The Who, but I couldn't find those pictures.

You're not gonna believe this but...

Did anyone watch the So Random sketch where Rufus is totally "you're not gonna believe this"??? I love that sketch! My bro, Ben, and I were doing that all day at camp.

The Who