Hello...

Hello everyone, I am back, well  I posted last night but that was just a taste of my story. So anyway I would like to talk about something that I have been involved in and how it has changed my  life. I am a big reader, I enjoy reading books, and writing books, and looking at books, and just pretty much anything that involves books. Recently I volunteered at a local camp. Upon my arrival at the workplace, I was swiftly sorted into a class that consisted of young children, most four or five, that would be entering kindergarten, at a school not too far from my own school and home. I have always loved children, but I didn't expect to be so affected by this experience. I discovered that these children would soon mean alot to me. I, a night owl who only wakes after 11 o'clock AM, would soon be getting up at 7:30 every morning to go see a group of kids. I don't know how to put into words how much this has changed me. I now smile at every child I see. My class has given me a large boost of self confidence and my once quiet and uncomfortable with affection like self changed within a week because of the positive influence these children have had on me. I now speak loudly and clearly, and smile when I talk because these kids have shown me that people actually care about what I have to say. I was saddened to find that next week is my last week at the camp. By then summer will be over, and I will be moving onto high school, an exciting new experience. And I would like to conclude that spending time with young children has changed my perspective on life. I now want to be a Kindgergarten teacher as my professional career, instead of a librarian. I would also like to add the word that one little girl said to me yesterday that made me melt, she said.
"You know, I am going to miss you when school starts"

A taste of my story

I am currently writing a book, so I decided to give you a little snippet here goes, it's called What You Know

“Write about what you know” My English teacher, Mrs. Bell tells us.

“But, Miss Bell I don’t know nottin!” I say using my slightly country tinged accent to my advantage, “I only know me and who wants to read ‘bout that?”

“Lots of people will want to read about you Addie” She says swishing her long blonde hair over her shoulder, “That’s the joy of writing, there are so many others like you out there, that and you are not exactly a boring character to write about”.

            Well she is right about one thing, I am quite an interesting character. I am a country girl, moved up to New York from a small town in southern Mississippi.  I have seven brothers and sisters, and a show business mom. Mama don’t do to well with money, but she has a voice like an angel and eyes like one too. I ain’t never seen eyes like Mama’s. She has the brightest blue eyes I ever seen, they sparkle in sun and darkness, and are slightly tinged with purple. You can tell a lot about a person by their eyes. I once heard eyes are the windows to the soul and it make sense. If you look into a person’s eyes you can see the character, if they nice, mean, a liar, a saint. Well Mama got the purest eyes I ever seen. 

I am too happy, to rant.

Oh shit this is my song!

B

Ok So you made it past all the random pictures....
Well, my inspiration for this blog is everyday things that bother me, but it's mid summer and I am happy. Yes, happy, elated even. Nothing has changed but I just feel great. So tonight I am going to post a DIY tutorial I saw on a website, and how I do it myself. So see you guys, later, and btw, do you like these random gifs and pictures? I think I might post a gif after every post, gifs make me happy.

Hi any readers I do have, I haven't written in a while but I am back.

Secrets.
Secrets. Secrets. Secrets.
Everyone has a secret a dirty little truth they don't want to get out. But why? Why does society force people to hide things? If everyone has a secret, why should it matter who knows yours? It is not 1865. Here is the thing. You don't know your secret. I certainly don't know my secret. Is it the disease I had a child? Is it my desires? What is a secret in general. I decided to do some research:
Dictionary.com defines a secret as:

se·cret

  

1.

done, made, or conducted without the knowledge of others:secret negotiations.

2.

kept from the knowledge of any but the initiated orprivileged: a secret password.

3.

faithful or cautious in keeping confidential mattersconfidential; close-mouthed; reticent.

Urban Dictionary defines a secret as:

secret
	Something you're not supposed to tell anyone, but somehow gets out regardless of who told who. So formally a secret is kept. But in society today secrets are told, they get out, and they ruin the lives of the teller. Why bother with secrets anyway is they are just going to get out?

Perfect Imperfections?

Remember that song I said I was obsessed with, well it got worse. I am now officially in love with Somewhere Only We Know by Keane, so I strongly suggest you attack the replay button on that song, but back to my regular posting.

Makeup, beauty, style, popularity? Are they really all related. For the first time in a while I used liquid eyeliner today, I usually where little to no makeup, but I felt like experimenting with liner today. I often hear people talk about how teenage girls are insecure. How we cake our faces in makeup, and burn our hair to the point of splitting. For myself, I know it is not true. I feel that all teenagers at everytime where always insecure. It's part of human nature. When Adam and Eve ate those apples, we suddenly became aware of our bodies. They felt the need to cover up, as do we now, only in seperate ways. Girls today use makeup to fix what they think are imperfections, they cake concealers on their entire face. That is what most people think, but I believe that makeup is an art form. If I used the same techniques I used for applying eye shadow on canvas, my mother would probably hang it up, but if I came down the stairs with layers of shadow on, my mother would probably tell me to remove it, or lightenen it. The media makes makeup appear as a key sign that your child is insecure. I can personally tell you that when I wear  makeup I wear it because I love putting it on, I am a strong Audrey Hepburn fan and I try to do my liner like her famous character, Holly Golightly. I do this because I enjoy this characters look on life, wearing my makeup like that makes me happy. Another thing is that models are constantly pictured thin, yet when we turn on the news, you hear reports of trying to stop obesity and how Americans don't try working out as much. This morning the Today show interveiwed Miss America. As a child she said that she was (for lack of better word) fat. Seeing how beautiful people in magazines looked promomted her to work on her own eating habits, and create exercise schedules. Of course models don't affect already thin people well, they may try to become too thin. If magazines pictured women of all shapes and sizes they would not have the cutting edge type feel that is expected of magazines. While I do not agree with postings on stick thin girls ini twelve inch heels I do believe that magazines can be an inspiration in health, beauty and wellness ways.

Horses and Rats

Have you ever wanted to run away? Just let your hair down and run, without a care in the world? That is kind of how I picture horse racing, common creatures all running towards something, and not knowing the benefits of it. I recently read that captivating book we all love, The Outsiders  In it Cherry Valance says this quote:

 Rat race is a perfect name for it, “She said. “We’re always going and going, and never asking where, Did you ever hear of having more than what you wanted? So that you couldn’t want anything else and then started looking for something else to want? It seems like we’re always searching for things to satisfy us, and never finding it. Maybe if we could lose our cool we could.

I read this book about two months ago and that quote stuck with me, because it's true. I live in a suburban town outside of New York City. My area is full of those girls you see on MTV shows like My Super Sweet Sixteen, everyone is always running to get the latest designer clothes, and shoes, but never really knowing why. I am not priding myself on how frugal I am, because I am not, I admire high end labels, I am currently saving up for a $50 pair of shorts, but I also love thrift shop styles. I like how a bag of studs can make mom jeans look amazing. As I was watching the horses run today my friend said something to me about how she feels bad for the horses, how they are forced to run, and sometimes they get hurt. I didn't know what she meant then, I found it all fun, horses love running why deny them? But then later I realized, what do the horses get out of races, no pride, no money, just passion. I hope to be like that, someone who doesn't run for the glory, but the feeling of running, no string attached. All our lives we are brought up sheltered, hidden from the bad so we can abuse it later on. People learn early how things are bad, but maybe if they could see for themselves, they wouldn't be so bad. I live around people who say "Oh my gosh we are never going to drink" and "Do you realize your mom is having a beer?" I have met only one sane person other than myself, and she said to me, "Of course I am going to drink, I will probably even drink under age, come when I am sixteen I will probably hook up with a different boy every week, but we are teenagers, we are supposed to act like immature idiots, and not be raised to be over protective grandparents, if my friends are out partying I am not staying inside and knitting" Now that I type that it seems like she is going to go be a Snooki, but what she meant is, live life to the fullest, the nights you remember won't be the ones where you got a full nights sleep and took a bubble bath. So here is what I say, don't be irresponsible but don't act like a prude either, don't keep going, stop and look around, you always get the best experiance out of books when you re read them, you notice more.

Ah, The Freeing Heat

Summer, a time of well wishes, and fun. I find summer freeing in more than the obvious way of no responsibilities relating to academics. I love the heat. I like how I can walk around in "Daisy- Dukes and bikinis on top" without anyone looking twice. I find it amusing that I can sleep in my underwear and not be looked at as weird. One of my favorite aspects of summer is the beach, or more specifically how I feel when I lie down in bed after a day at the beach, for those of you who have never experienced this feeling it is like you are being rocked to sleep by the waves. My family, and a couple of our friends share a small cabana, it is not one of those fancy ones with electricity, or lighting, but it works. Every summer we go down to the beach, put our stuff in the cabana and just swim. My brother, my father, and I all love to swim, (and my mother likes to tan). When you dive under a wave, and for a split second you can't see or breathe and your head hurts from the pressure, it sounds terrifying, but it is delightfully romantic. When I was little (and I use that term loosely for I am technically speaking still little at 5 foot even) I used to think I was a mermaid. I loved looking for Ariel, the Disney princess, in the water. My grandma, or my Mommom, used to tell me she could see Ariel in the water, to try to get me to loose my fear of the waves. I could only see her when I wore  my sparkly shoes, they signaled her. Just writing these things makes me long for my ocean. I haven't been to the beach since last summer, because I have been on vacation, I was hoping to go yesterday when I finished work, but it started to thunder. And tommorow I have a birthday party at a nearby horse race track. I am quite excited because I have not been there since I was about three. I will be sure to post about my adventure. Well let me wrap this up with, I miss the waves, the ocean, the shells, the sand crabs, and just water in general. Well that's not totally true, I have been to my local pool a few time, I really enjoy the water slides, they give me a thrill.
Oh and listen to this song, it's the Winnie the Pooh song, but listening to it in it's entirety is really amazing.

The Curtain Opens

I can tell what you think. I am not a physic, merely a reader of thoughts. I feel the emotions run through you as they run through me, and I can tell how you judge me. I am a teenage girl with a blog called, New York Love Story. You think I am in love with a boy, that I am going to post about my ups and downs, my heart breaks, and the friends who betray me. Well I am not. I am not in love with a boy, or a girl for that matter. I am in love with myself, I am in love with the way the sand feels on my feet in the summer, I am in love with the way the sun meets the earth at dawn, I am in love with happiness, with sadness, with mystery and trechary, I am in love with feeling, the sense of a cool glass touching my lips in the summer, and the feeling of wet grass on my toes in the spring, I am in love with the way  my skis glide down powdery mountains, I am in love with how the leaves turn beautiful shades of red and brown. I am in love with my baby cousin's laugh, and smile, I am  in love with how other people can be so interesting, I love to act as though I live in the past, that I attend balls, and wear big dresses. I am  in love with how Elmer's glue can make a facial. I believe bubbles baths can make everything better, and a child's smile can brighten a room. I love the thunder and lightening mystifies me, bottom line I love life. I love my friends, even when they backstab me, because everyone is snobbish at one time of the month. My family means the world to me, and I would chose  them over myself any day. I like to write, and read, and I have a far too active imagination. I planned out my entire life already, but my plan changes each day. Bottom line, I am tough to figure out. Can you deal with that?