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6 Favorite Music Artists: 2. A classical composer. 3. Another classical composer. 4. Harry Gregson-Williams (Narnia composer) 5. Um... Wicked...?
4. Only the Beginning of the Adventure 6 Favorite Movies: 2. LOTR 6. Can't think of any. 2. C.S. Lewis 1.Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, James and the Giant Peach 5. A Wrinkle in Time 2. They bore me. 3. I don't watch any T.V except on weekends and I only watch Animal Planet and Discovery.
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I have a love for animals and I'd like to do something with them when I grow up. I used to love going to the zoo, but when I went yesterday it was depressing there. All the animals are cooped up in tiny exhibits with nothing to do but sleep. I know animals live longer in zoos and are healthier, but who would want to spend their entire lives sleeping? My 11-year-old cousin called them "boring". She, like many people, is not enthusiastic about animals. Neither is my older sister who came. They were boring. But I'd have to say the animals who are the saddest to watch in captivity are the lions. They're too beautiful and regal to be stuck in a cage. And all they can do is lay there and look at you with their large, sad eyes. And my brilliant sister and cousin are just shouting, "Kitty! Kitty!" Oh goodness. They pretty much don't care. But seeing the little Golden Lion Tamarin monkeys cheered me up. They're so comical and cute. Puppies in mall pet shops are really sad to, although they aren't as bored. It's just that their cages are filthy often and they look so sad and they whine while looking at me with their big brown eyes as if they're saying, "Take me home!" I want to. But as soon as the pet shop people take them out they become puppies again and they are sometimes allowed to run around and play. Animals in pain are depressing to. But I'll stop depressing you now! (0_-)- (That little symbol thing is me (0_ holding a bow and arrow -)-. See?)
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My family and I go somwhere every summer, sometimes we would go with my threee cousins and my aunt and uncle on my dad's side. Except this year, we went in April, and they didn't come.. here I'm going to list the places we went to. (* asterisk means my cousins came) Hershey Park, Pennslyvania. * (CHOCOLATE!!!) Lake George, New York (camping. Skunks!) Camping in New Hampshire twice once with my cousins and once without. (Black Bear! It came, ate the people next to us's pizza and my sister was sleeping with her face pressed against the side of the tent and the bear sniffed her. Yikes!) And we've to Newport a couple times. I love the ocean! Washington D.C. (Really cool to see a lot of the things we saw there come to life in Night at the Museum 2!) Here is a picture...if I can get them to work.... I took about a hundred pictures but I can't find them.
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In the back of our yard, there is what seems to be endless woods. Just a little way into the woods is our little fairy kingdom. We haven't come up with a really good name yet. If you go over one swamp and around an other, you will see some sort of large, concrete, drainage thing. My sister, my two best friends and I know it as the Well. Then if you go up a small slope, you will find yourself in a very small clearing. There are three paths that come off from the clearing. Two are covered and hidden by trees. The clearest one goes straight on for a while, then comes to our neighbor's shed. Another path goes in the opposite direction. You have to push your way through pine trees till you come to a large clearing in which is a dent And Aroud it is a hill. If you climb the small hill you can find a branch-off from a pond that is filled with moss mounds that you have to jump accross to get to another section of the woods. The trees and ground there are different. The trees there are huge pines and the ground is made of dried pine needles. Well, it's late now so I should probably stop now. God Bless, ~ Arquen |
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A tag from Dragonfly1997 (thank you!) 1. Put your iTunes on shuffle.
What is your life's purpose? Don't Be There -Switchfoot (?) What do your friends think of you? Tonight - ?- Christian Rock Hits
What is your life story? Held -Natalie Grant- (i love this song, though What do you want to be when you grow up? Skyway Avenue -We the Kings
What will they play at your funeral? Carry Me- WOW Hits 2007 (there are two titles for this sing but the other is too awful.)
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I read for most of the day. To me, reading is like... meeting people and going places, and sometimes accompanying your new-found friends on a journey. Here is a list of some of my favorite books: The Chronicles of Narnia ~ C.S. Lewis The Inkheart trilogy ~ Cornelia Funke Alice In Wonderland and Through The Looking Glass ~ Lewis Caroll Little Women ~ Louisa May Alcott A Wrinkle In Time ~ Madeliene L'Engle Now I'm having a reallly hard time deciding which of Roald Dahl's books is my favorite.... Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and pretty much all the rest of them. These are just a few but I can't think of the rest. God bless, ~Arquen
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I redid my blog because it's pretty obvious that the other one was just all Narnia, which is still my favorite book(s) and movie, I'm just not completely obsessed with it. My address Pilinaranel, is elvish for arrow-princess. What happened recently is one day my face had blotches of red all over it. I assumed it was a sunburn so I wasn't alarmed. Then my mom said that she didn't think it was a sunburn and that it might be and allergic reaction. So then I was quite scared and hoped that I wasn't allergic to my cat Ginger. Then we figuired out that it was poison ivy. And believe me, having large red itchty, irritating splotches all over your face is not pleasant. Well, I have to go clean my room now. God bless, Arquen Earadalme |
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The beginning of a now lost story.
Opal pushed her face against the window and her breath fogged the glass. Her reflection was ghostly and pale in the window, and the dimming flame from the candle threw bizarre shadows on the walls. Opal shivered and pulled her shawl closer about her shoulders. Where is he? Opal wondered. Her husband Graey was usually home at this time. The world outside looked like a black oblivion. She heard the hollow wail of the wind against the walls, and she heard crashing waves beating against the rocks. Looking through the window again, she saw a thin beam of light scan the jagged rocks on the shore. Good, Opal thought. At least the light is still working.
Opal then heard her baby crying upstairs. Reluctant to leave her post at the window, Opal climbed the winding stairs to the baby’s room. The baby quieted as Opal entered. She took the baby in her arms and rocked her gently back and forth. The baby soon fell fast asleep again. Opal heard the door bang open downstairs and flew down the staircase as fast as she could and was disappointed to see that only the wind had blown the door open. She closed it again and began to pace across the floor, worrying over what sort of trouble Graey had run into.
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