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A True American Horror Story:
This Election.
Honestly, this is terrifying. The candidates aren't even the biggest problem in my opinion. The fact that every election ages 18-24 could decide the outcome of the election and choose not to is terrifying. I am appalled that people choose to give up their right to vote. It is our duty as American Citizens to participate in the democracy that we have been blessed with. Whether you vote for a main party, or a third party, as long as you vote that's all that matters. Honestly the most disrespectful thing you can do is not vote. In 1776 we were a nation founded by the people for the people. I don't care if you vote for someone I don't agree with, as long as you vote. So many people would do anything to live in a country where they can choose their leader. Giving up that right is a mistake.
Make America Great Again by Voting!

Photos of the Millennium (so far)

This photo is from 2004, and it's the very first time I had ever been to New York. This was a few years after the devestating event of 9/11/01. I was four years old when this was taken, and I honestly don't remember much about the trip, but one thing that has stayed fresh in my mind is where the twin towers stood. At this point in history, the construction was just starting and all the areas around where the towers stood were blocked off. My family went on a walk around the entire site and even though I didn't fully understand what had happened, I knew that it was somthing important. That Fall, I started Kindergarten and come September we started learing about the events of the terrorist attacks. I put the peices together and even as a five year old, I understood.
One thing that really gets under my skin is how today, in schools we don't regognize 9/11 anymore. It's just a distant tragedy now. No matter how much time has passed, we shouldn't forget about it. I was blessed to be able to return this past spring and visit the new memorial sights and Freedom Tower. Returning as a 16 year old who has more background knowledge of the attack made the trip that much more meaningful. I have fallen in love with New York and America.

Flea Market Photos

The Short Story of John Michael
On January 11, 1940, a new life was brought into the world. The fourth of five children, and the only boy. John Michael Bazob was the son of Mary Ann and Lee Bazob. Being born in the middle of a war can be a little odd. Coming straight from the Great Depression and having the war pull the economy out of the rut is quite a thing to be born into. Right after the youngest of the five siblings was conceived, John Michael's dad was recruited into the U.S. Army. At the time, he was only 2, and didn't have much time to get to know his father. On January 14, 1945, just days after John Michael's birthday, his family got the dreadful call that no mother, wife, or child ever wanted to receive. His father had become yet another casualty of the war. From that moment on, even as a young child who didn't really understand war, John Michael became adamant to be a war hero to honor his father.
John Michael was later accepted into West Point and graduated at the top of his class. He would later go on to be a General in the Vietnam War where he recieved the congressional medal of honor and fufilled his dream of being a war hero to continue his fathers legacy.

Photo Hunt+Captions+Hashtags+Quote

This is my friend, Keaton. He makes me laugh and smile every day. I'm really glad that we have this class together. It reminds me of when we were friends in middle school. #GoodOldDays
This is my best friend, Mal. She has taught me a lot in the past 4 years of friendship. I wouldn't trade her for the world. #Thick&Thin
I found this square table in the library. I hadn't seen these before. They must be new, or maybe I just need to go in the library more often... #IHateReading
This round table was in the library as well. These have been in there for as long as I've been at Kickapoo, but I don't think I've ever actually used them. #HaveASeat
This is a leaf that got swept into the school. It reminds me of this weekend when my mom yelled at me for bringing in mud and leaves from my shoes because I didn't take them off when I got home from hammocking. #nature #nofilter #beauty
This is a microscope that looks like a face. It kind of reminds me of Wall-E. I remember seeing that movie in theatres when it first came out. #WhenYouSeeIt
I think a little kid would find these dolls interesting. They are someones project, but as a kid you would just see a set of play dolls. #JuryDuty
This reminds me of the America themed football game a few Friday's ago. That was such a fun night. I love America, so its my favorite game to dress up for. I also rode in Mal's car hanging out the window with an American flag chanting "USA." #merica
School ID's are my actual worst enemy. I loathe them. I hate wearing them and will boycott them until the day I graduate. I absolutely despise them. #youknowwhoIam
Every time I see a chief I will think about Kickapoo. It will remind me of the past four years that I've spent repping our mascot. #OnceAChiefAlwaysAChief

I understand now that I'm not a mess but a deeply feeling person in a messy world. I explain that now, when someone asks me why I cry so often, I say, "For the same reason I laugh so often - because I'm paying attention." - Glennon Doyle Melton

All of these blessings will come upon you and overtake you if you pay attention to the voice of the Lord your God. Deuteronomy 28:2

Inspired by Hopper

As the car sputters to a stop, all I can do is sigh. I knew I should have stopped at the gas station that was 40 miles back. That was the last sign of civilization I had seen. I'm officially stranded. I've seen too many horror movies to come out of this alive. I check my phone. There is no signal, in typical horror movie fashion. At this point, I can either wait for a car to drive by and hope it's someone with the least bit of sanity, or I can get out of my warm, relatively safe car, and walk until I find a gas station or signal. My mind says stay in the car, but my gut says... nope, my gut says stay in the car too.
I check my clock. It's just now hitting midnight. I wish I could call to let them know I'm okay. They'll probably start to worry if I don't show or check in. Maybe I should start walking. The next town couldn't be much further. I grab the baseball bat, screw driver, and flashlight out of my trunk. I'm not paranoid, just cautious. It's a pretty brisk fall night. Maybe all the scary people won't be out because it's too cold.
I can see a light in the distance after about three miles of walking. I can make out what I think is a gas station... but it looks old. It's my only hope at this point. As I get closer, I can make out a faint figure at one of the pumps. I attempt to say hello, but that was a mistake.
This is the last person to see me alive.

Windows

Straight ahead there is a field with a small farmhouse in the distance. To my left, the field continues into the horizon. Today the cows have come out. Sometimes the cows come to the fence to play with my puppies, but not always. The ground is a golden brown and the purple and orange sunset reflects off it. Past the farmhouse, if you squint, you'll notice a tattered old swing set that hasn't been touched in years. Maybe someday I'll learn the story behind it.

A blog reader Comments

Very creative! I like how descriptive you were about the 6'3 man!

I really enjoyed your Levi's piece! It was not what I was expecting to read when I looked at the title. It was like an advertisment poem!

I can picture M'Kenna being the "mom" sister. It would be scary to have your parents taken away. It'd be interesting to see how your siblings would react in that situation.
Cold pillows are the best! One of my favorite feelings is coming home after a long day and being able to relax and contemplate life while in the comfort of my own bed.
This is really true. I think the people we love the most hurt us because we open up to them. That's just one of the risks of loving others. I know that when I hurt someone I care about it can haunt me for quite awhile.
I can feel your frustration. I know what it's like to be part of a group where people are only there to promote themselves. Teamwork is very important, and some people just dont understand that. I don't think I'd be good at improv, but I know you're great at acting! Great story!
I also laughed because of these! You seem to have a great sense of humor!

Art Walk

Late in the Fall, when the trees are looking more brown than red and orange, on a partly cloudy day, where the sky can't decide what shade of blue it wants to be. The crisp breeze allows warm leggings, hot coffee, and a blanket to bundle up in.Swaying in the hammock is the most splendid feeling.  Not a care in the world.
Fall is the best time of year. Everything about nature gets beautiful in Autumn. The leaves are absolutely gorgeous. The woods start to come alive starting in late August, and usually stays that way until late November. This is the best time of year to go outside and adventure. Hiking new trails, climbing new peaks. Fall is the perfect time to step outside of your comfort zone.


Wind blowing softly.
Leaves changing from orange to brown.
Autumn is gorgeous.

Artist Profile: Umberto Boccioni

Umberto Boccioni was born on October 19, 1882, in Reggio Calabria, Italy. He was born to a minor government employee and his wife. He also had a sister named, Amelia. He grew up mostly in Forli, Genoa, and Padua. He was educated at the Accademia di Belle Arti di Roma. During his short 33 year lifetime, the battle of Wounded Knee too place, the Wright brothers flew the first plane, NAACP was founded, the model T was introduced by Ford, and World War I had begun. Boccioni began his career with drawings, then moved to painting, which were his most famous, and then finally worked on sculptures. In his early art, he studied pointillism and impressionism, but later moved on to futurism, which is what he is famous for. In his art, he struggled with representing movement and the inter-penetration on objects. His most notable pieces are, Unique forms of Continuity in Space, The City Rises, and The Street Enters the House. He passed away on August 17, 1916. Most people don't know that Boccioni was responsible for producing the seminal texts on futuristic art. My favorite pieces of his are, Portrait of Armida Brucky, and Visioni Simultanee.

In the News {Papers}

'Forced fondlings' reported on campus'

One of the most difficult things you will learn from being a girl, is to grieve the loss of your innocence. It's like losing air. Painful and slow. There's nothing you can do about it. You just watch it dissapear.

'A cloudy texture'

How a person looks at the sky says a lot about them. When they see the stars glistening on the black backdrop of the night, so they admire the unfathomable science? When the sun is waking up from it's slumber, do they admire the morning glow of pink and orange? As the sun settles against the horizon, do they admire the deep purples that take over the sky? Or are they admiring you? Taking in every second with you like it's their last. Are they so taken with their love for you that you are their sky, and everything else is just the weather?

First Amendment of the Consititution
make no religion, abridging freedom to assemble Government

Aetna's exit deals a blow to Obamacare
Health is dropping and the participants will be forced to purchase Obamacare.

At least swimmers admitted their lies
Sad, young men won love. Sadly, they lied. they got caught. they lost our love. Some will regret being liars. others who lied pay nothing. These did not have the integrity to admit they lied.

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Psithurism.
listen. just listen. the soft howl of the wind takes over the silence you thought you were hearing.
close your eyes.
feel the warmth of the sun as it peeks through the trees.
smell the fresh pine needles.
enjoy the calm of everthing around you.
Psithurism.

6 Word Memoirs

Need to be successful. I'm expensive.

Loving you asleep. Waking up alone.

Nothing bothers me like my mind.

It was worth the broken heart.

Climb the mountains, don't carry them.

Very big heart. Even bigger mouth.

Be the Leslie Knope of everything.