Lace.

I'm naming my kid Hannibal
So I can call him Hannibal the Cannibal.

This note is lighter. On a lighter note.

During the break last week me and my awesome modge(mother, mom, homegurl, sister fran, marmy, momma, mum etc.) were talking about her and my father taking in some foster children. I am in full support of this.

After we chatted I was in the bathroom and a thought/ mental image entered my head. Yes, like a cloud, it appeared to me.
( *Thesaurus search "vision" because vision sounds cheese. Results: mental image. Much better).

I pictured a community.
Full of the young and old.
It was located on a large piece of land.
In the back yard there were several small cute houses.
The size of these houses were large enough to house one or two people.
Small and cozy.
Recap: Big piece of land with a bunch of small houses. The grass is green green.

Then in the front of the land there's this really large house.
And there is also another building on the land.
In the small houses is where the elderly, once were lonely, live.
In the large house is where all the orphans live.

One day a week will be bingo and/or po-ke-no night.
Another day out of the week the children will perform plays.
One day a week will be dance/paint day. In the building there will be a room completely empty. You will go in this room to paint. You can go wild. Throw paint. Be paint. Whatever. The children will be allowed to dance to Givers and MGMT or whatever fun music they want and paint all over this room.

This is what the other big building will be used for. It's occupation:
It will have kitchen because everyone will eat supper in this place.
Bingo night will be held here, Love will be shown here, God's word will be exposed here, Art will be created here, friendships will be planted here, dance moves will form here, and plays will be perform here. This building will make you pee on yourself because it will be screaming with fun, love and emotions.

Thank you God, for giving us dreams.
May your will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.

Sadness. Society. Skin. Bones.

I'm doing my English research paper on the dark side of the fashion world. While I was researching, I found out about about a girl named Isabelle Caro.
She developed an eating disorder whenever she was 13 years old. It was triggered by a troubling upbringing.

She said," I had a very complicated childhood, very difficult, very painful. My mother's big phobia was that I would grow. She spent her time measuring my height. She wouldn't let me go outside because she'd heard that fresh air makes children grow, and that's why I was kept at home. It was completely traumatic."

She posed naked for the "No Anorexia" campaign. In Milan for fashion week her billboards were all over the city.
When asked if girls would be inspired by this add to become skinnier this was Caro response, “I hope not. To see my tailbone like an open wound, I show myself as I am. I'm not beautiful, my hair is ruined and I know I will never have long hair again. I've lost several teeth. My skin is dry. My breasts have fallen. No young girl wants to look like a skeleton...You couldn't believe anyone would want to look like that. I don't think there's any question about it."

"I’ve hidden myself and covered myself for too long. Now I want to show myself fearlessly, even thought I know my body arouses repugnance. I want to recover because I love life and the riches of the universe. I want to show young people how dangerous this illness is. Just because modeling is seen as glamorous, the industry seems to think this is outside normal health and safety issues. It is time it started taking care of its workers."

Caro died at twenty-eight years old from being anorexic. Two months after Caro's death, her mom's guilt grew and felt responsible. Her mother killed herself.

There was an unsaid game me and my sisters would play. At church...
Goal: Try not to get hugged by the old lady with hot pink lips and wears pastal pink sweaters.

We're jerks, not sweethearts.


I love when girls stand like this. ALL Tyme F@v PO$e. It's totes fun.

Hardin' workin' day.

What a day.
Read about the following musicians: Adele, Kurt Cobain, and Fleet Foxes.
Did some homework.
Heard about Mormonism at the library.

Then, harding working:
Picked black berry like I was born on a farm in 1943.


Now, studio design project



About to hit midnight and finishing the day with a crick in my neck, splinters in my skin, and Slumdog Millionaire with Poppie.
Goodnight, folks.

EARTH, today is your day!

History of Earth day:
"How the First Earth Day Came About
By Senator Gaylord Nelson, Founder of Earth Day

What was the purpose of Earth Day? How did it start? These are the questions I am most frequently asked.

Actually, the idea for Earth Day evolved over a period of seven years starting in 1962. For several years, it had been troubling me that the state of our environment was simply a non-issue in the politics of the country. Finally, in November 1962, an idea occurred to me that was, I thought, a virtual cinch to put the environment into the political "limelight" once and for all. The idea was to persuade President Kennedy to give visibility to this issue by going on a national conservation tour. I flew to Washington to discuss the proposal with Attorney General Robert Kennedy, who liked the idea. So did the President. The President began his five-day, eleven-state conservation tour in September 1963. For many reasons the tour did not succeed in putting the issue onto the national political agenda. However, it was the germ of the idea that ultimately flowered into Earth Day.

I continued to speak on environmental issues to a variety of audiences in some twenty-five states. All across the country, evidence of environmental degradation was appearing everywhere, and everyone noticed except the political establishment. The environmental issue simply was not to be found on the nation's political agenda. The people were concerned, but the politicians were not.

After President Kennedy's tour, I still hoped for some idea that would thrust the environment into the political mainstream. Six years would pass before the idea that became Earth Day occurred to me while on a conservation speaking tour out West in the summer of 1969. At the time, anti-Vietnam War demonstrations, called "teach-ins," had spread to college campuses all across the nation. Suddenly, the idea occurred to me - why not organize a huge grassroots protest over what was happening to our environment?

I was satisfied that if we could tap into the environmental concerns of the general public and infuse the student anti-war energy into the environmental cause, we could generate a demonstration that would force this issue onto the political agenda. It was a big gamble, but worth a try.

At a conference in Seattle in September 1969, I announced that in the spring of 1970 there would be a nationwide grassroots demonstration on behalf of the environment and invited everyone to participate. The wire services carried the story from coast to coast. The response was electric. It took off like gangbusters. Telegrams, letters, and telephone inquiries poured in from all across the country. The American people finally had a forum to express its concern about what was happening to the land, rivers, lakes, and air - and they did so with spectacular exuberance. For the next four months, two members of my Senate staff, Linda Billings and John Heritage, managed Earth Day affairs out of my Senate office.

Five months before Earth Day, on Sunday, November 30, 1969, The New York Times carried a lengthy article by Gladwin Hill reporting on the astonishing proliferation of environmental events:

"Rising concern about the environmental crisis is sweeping the nation's campuses with an intensity that may be on its way to eclipsing student discontent over the war in Vietnam...a national day of observance of environmental problems...is being planned for next spring...when a nationwide environmental 'teach-in'...coordinated from the office of Senator Gaylord Nelson is planned...."

It was obvious that we were headed for a spectacular success on Earth Day. It was also obvious that grassroots activities had ballooned beyond the capacity of my U.S. Senate office staff to keep up with the telephone calls, paper work, inquiries, etc. In mid-January, three months before Earth Day, John Gardner, Founder of Common Cause, provided temporary space for a Washington, D.C. headquarters. I staffed the office with college students and selected Denis Hayes as coordinator of activities.

Earth Day worked because of the spontaneous response at the grassroots level. We had neither the time nor resources to organize 20 million demonstrators and the thousands of schools and local communities that participated. That was the remarkable thing about Earth Day. It organized itself."

". . . on April 22, 1970, Earth Day was held, one of the most
remarkable happenings in the history of democracy. . . "
-American Heritage Magazine, October 1993



It's more eco damaging to build a Prius than to build a Hummer...


Let's celebrate mother nature today.
Let's bake her a cake that consist of leaves and flowers.
Let's breath in air from the wind, not ac.
Let's get off our computer.
Let's move away from our TV's.
Let's be thankful for our hippie friends who appreciate the earth everyday not just today.
Let's replace our instrumental music with the birds and the leaves howling with the winds.
Let's ride our bikes today
Let's be grateful
Today is a beautiful day.

Going get high on the grass. K, bye. KIDDING!

The Middle East - Blood

This is a great song. T-Rit showed me it. So U kno itz da jamz

People. People. Really?

"So, why are you riding your bike across 'Merica?"

"It's to raise awareness and money for sex slaves in Thailand."

"WITH ALL THE SORROW AND HARDSHIPS IN 'MERICA!"

Facebook, goodbye.

Facebook and I went our separate ways at 11:47, Tuesday the 19th.
Hence, the 84 blog post in one day.





I want a hobby.
I've been wanting one since I was 13.

Art. Fart. More art.

http://www.austinkleon.com/2011/03/30/how-to-steal-like-an-artist-and-9-other-things-nobody-told-me/
This is good.
I like this.

This is lame I can't make it fancy where you can just simply click on the link. YOU HAVE TO COPY AND PASTE. OH THE HASSLE OF THAT.

Understanding.

I understand, I really do.
You want to be creative.
Grabbing a slr camera and a free editing program that can easily be found on google is quick.


If photography was a person my heart would break for her. I can imagine a beautiful girl. She was very versatile and unique.
Everyone in this town loved her because she was so pure. Whenever she was twelve years old she was playing in a field full of wildflowers. While she was spinning around, a small bunny appeared. His name was Art. Art told photography that she was beautiful and he would love if she would call him uncle art. Photography was so happy because she loved being around Art. He taught her many things about life. He showed her how to deal with her emotions and how to reveal beauty in dark things. One day, while art and photography were talking up in a tree. Art told photography that he had to go on a journey and would be gone for while. photography shed a tear but knew that she learned all that she could from Art. After they hugged goodbye, Art said, "Photography, you are beautiful do not let anyone tell you, you are less. You are sacred. Do not forget the power you hold. Do not let men and women belittle you. Be careful of who you surround yourself with, for if you tell anyone that you know me people will try to take that away from you. All of the lessons I taught you will go to waste, all the lovely things you learn, you will forget." Photography nodded, shed a tear, and walked home , while Art walked in the other direction.
For photography's sixteenth birthday, her aunt and uncle planned a party for her. When she arrived home she was so happy because in her very own backyard was full of bright green grass, people, lanterns, her favorite type of scones, presents, and tea. They danced underneath the moonlight to oldies and Photography's favorite band MGMT. She couldn't stop smiling. The wind raced through her hair, and her veins were full of life. One boy named Genuine whispered in Photography's ear telling her she was so beautiful. Photography blushed and smiled. She was always very fond of Genuine. He was a kind boy. He was always nice to everyone.There was another boy there named Facebook. Facebook was loved by most parents and all the ladies in this town. However, he was never kind to genuine. He was the kind of boy who was nice on the outside, but a cold stone on the inside. Facebook saw Genuine whisper in photography's ear and quickly became jealous. Everyone kept dancin' and eating scones. After Photography told her goodbyes, she laid in her bed with the quilt her and Art made together.
While she was laying in bed thinking of how lovely her party was she heard someone in a low voice saying, "Photography, are awake? I have something for you." She hopped up out of bed hoping to see Genuine. However, it was not Genuine that was calling. When she approached her window she saw Facebook. Photography was disappointed but said, "Hi, Facebook. It's late what are you doing here?" He told her he had something for her and wanted to take her to a secret place. Although Photography felt slightly bad about not telling her aunt and uncle, she went anyways. Photography was timid but she loved exploring new places because Art always encourage her to be brave and adventurous. Facebook and Photography walked through this trail. They had to travel under thick vines until they reached this secret place. This place was beautiful. It was full of bright things- fireflies, and the stars all looked so clear. She was amazed. While they were there Facebook kept asking questions. Photography felt special because he was so interested in her. He asked kept asking things about Art. She didn't reply then he gave her a scone her favorite kind and he kissed her on her cheek. Then he read a poem he wrote for her. After that he sang a song he wrote for her and played on his harmonica. Then he kissed her on her lips. After that sweet kiss she forgot all about her feelings for Genuine. She quickly forgot the importance of her secrets. He sweetly asked again about Art and all of the lessons. She told him everything. They laid together that night talking and she kept exposing things about herself to him that she knew she shouldn't. Photography kept thinking "I shouldn't say this", "I shouldn't do this". But Facebook had a way of making her want to do the things she knew she ought not. She opened secrets and doors to her soul and let Facebook in. The next morning she woke up only to be alone. She screamed for Facebook but he never replied. Her heart began to beat faster and faster. Her palms began to sweat. Her mouth began to water. Her stomach felt sick. She threw up. She frantically ran back to town.
When she arrived her biggest fear came true.
The whole town knew all of her secrets.
Her worst nightmare became reality.
Facebook told everything and everyone all the things that made photography unique.
After that day photography was no longer considered sacred, but only common.
She lived her life with as many tears to fill an ocean, and enough grief to kill an army.
THE END.

'MERICA

The only 3 colours I see: Red, White, and Blue.

myspace code

Comma comma comma,,,,,

So, I was on facebook(about to delete it) and saw more pictures from the trip. Here's more fun. Once again, I did not take these.

Campin' does me good.

I did not take these pictures






I'll write about the camping/ hiking trip l8r(later, folks) I just wanted to reveal my battle wound. It's yellow and filled with liquid. Gross? No. I've never been more proud. I put meds on it last night so it doesn't look near as brutal. Trust.



Stratch what I just said. If I'm doing this then I'm not stressing about how I need to school so badly but I manage to not do it. OMG WHYYYYYY
Anyways, enchanted rock was quite enchanted.
I had a great time. I like hiking. Shocking, I know.
I was hoping that we would discuss God more.
We hiked up a mountain and slept on top.



Things to learn:
-Constantly being on-the-go isn't always the best. I would think if I missed out hiking this trail then I would miss out on a lot. However, you miss out on just relaxing with people.
-People have deep wounds. People hid these wounds very well. People need hope. People are searching so desperately to fill the emptiness we all have.
-God's art is cooler than your photography
-It's wrong to make jokes. Let me explain, hussy. I don't want to crack a joke about alcoholics, eating disorders, drugs, etc. Not that I want to walk on egg shells. I just need to learn how to be sensitive with what people have dealt with. I never want people not to become undone in front of me because of inconsiderate comment I made.

Let us become aware of what our lips release, so that our wounds can be exposed in this community.


Nutella. H2oh. Wind. Cliff bars. Hiking. Bare minimum amount of sleep. Creepin'. Huge rocks full of enchantment. Nature is my homegirl. New pals. Spelunking. Mountaintop sleepin'. Steepness. Moonlight. Sundancin'. Head lights. God, I love nature.

Freaking out.

My cool hip design teacher just gave me a huge compliment.
This design class is geared towards i.d, interiors, and architecture majors.
I'm the only fashion major in it.
He asked my major and I told him.
He said, "You should be in architecture. You would be really great in it. Think about it."

Holy
cow.
That's such a big deal. It may seem insignificant, but it most certainly is not!

We talked a bit about design.

Hairs and stares

When I cut my hair it wasn't only long dark thick hair leaving my body
With each strain lost, confidence followed
My beauty was being changed
My identity was being replaced
No longer was I the girl with long sexy hair that caused the boys to stare and girls with thin straggly hair to be jealous of.
With each clipping of the scissors, came doubt
In every individual hair had superficiality soaked deep deep inside
My worth was measured in the length of my hair

I learned something
And learned it quick
I will never be defined by my hair
My beauty will never be obvious with my looks
For I would rather die if I am ever known by my features instead of my kindness and love
Strip me of all the things that hold me captive
So that people may see my soul before they see my eyes
May people see my soul before they see my lips, nose, and eyebrows


Janna, be stripped of your hair.
Cut it.

Our souls.

The Lord is so good.
He is.
He has blessed me with so much.

May my heart continue to search for you, oh Lord.
May my head always be seeking knowledge.
May my hands always create.
May my feet always be on a journey.
May my mouth only encourage.



Till our souls dance together at a dance off.