Movie Quotes

Brave

Finding Nemo, Dory

Wreck it Ralph, Ralph

Titanic, Rose

The Nightmare Before Christmas, Jack and Sally

Movie Tweets

-Tangled. Because I love the music, the adventure, the romance even. It's just really funny and a good movie. I fell in love with it.
-I don't care too much about Romance but I do watch it here and there, I'm not all too picky about what I watch-I mean-I try it if I haven't seen the trailer. If I watch the trailer and I don't like it then I may try it. But I give most movies a try before I completly say no.
-I watch movies kind of often. I watch TV in general pretty often I mean that's all we ever do these days right?  Watch movies and YouTube all day
-I like the lights to be off and to be comfortable when I am watching a movie
-I don't feel comfortable taking the survey
-If my life story was made into a movie I don't know who would play me. I mean I would like to play myself cause it's me. 3-4 of the main plot points would be my father's accident, Florida, meeting my best friends, and meeting my baby brother for the first time and watching him grow. There would be a happy ending. Not Happily Ever After but a happy ending were I have my family and friends with me forever. 

The 2000 Photo

This photo reminds me of having to deal with the pain of losing our dog Apollo. He was our first family dog and definitely not the last. Losing Apollo was probably one of the most tragic things to ever happen to our family. Apollo was our best friend and a family member. He got along with Logan, which is difficult because some animals don't understand Logan. But Apollo understood him perfectly and the world was brightening up. The day that we came home from church was probably one of the roughest days. It also reminds me about my passion towards ending animal cruelty. This photo is not a photo representing the end of animal cruelty though. It actually is a picture of Zanjeer. Zanjeer was a bomb dog that died during war and he represents all the thousands of lives he saved. One photo speaks a million words. It all depends on your perspective.

Inspired by Hopper

    I stood there and closed my eyes. The scene of the wreck flashed before my eyes. My eyes opened and I stumbled back and fell to the ground. I was stuck in the flashback. I could feel the Earth shake beneath my fingers as the train roared past. Back then I was the passenger and now I was a witness. The familiar sound of people's screams flooded into my ears and wrapped around my brain. To the left of me a train came barreling through the horizon honking its horn. To the right, the train I was on coming closer and closer. The two trains met in the middle, right where I was sitting, and crashed. It was both beautiful and horrifying. It was like the trains came together like two love birds or two best friends seeing each other after being separated for a long time. They met in hug and then crashed down. The heat of the burning flames scorched my skin and the boom of impact hit my heart knocking the breath out of my lungs. Firefighters were rushing into the scene minutes later. But it was already too late. The front passengers were all gone and the flames had already kissed gas and exploded little by little. The scream of the passengers died down as voice by voice was constricted and torn away. The firefighters ran in and tried to save what people they could. My arms felt like talons were clawing down at them as the people clawed at the firefighters. I looked to the trucks that were sitting there and the men and women that rushed around to get some source of water out and onto the flames. As time passed the flames settled down into a burning ash. The sound of sirens went off all around me, some dying in the distance. As the burning embers of the two trains came to a dull ash the scene started to disappear. My mind came back to reality; there were no train tracks now. No screaming people or burning flames. Now instead of the tragic event a park lies there in the field. I am the only one there that remembers what happened. Then again what is a lost soul to do than wonder the scene for eternity until someone bothers to stay and listen.

The Flea Market Photo

Short Story:

     I didn't know then that I would be where I am today. Then again who does at the age of three. Back then my mother was happy and smiling, except in the photos of course. When she passed away I didn't know what to do. I was afraid to ride and stopped riding for a while. Then the incident happened and I've had nothing better to do for myself than ride. Ride away the haunting memories of the past. Today I ride in front of everyone with a smile as fake as my soul. Turning around the barrels and jumping over the poles like I've done it all my life, which I have. As me and Clarice, my horse, come to a stop she rears up and I wave to the crowd smiling. They go wild and stand from their seats. I scan the crowd and see all the people. At one point in my life this was my dream and now it is a reality. But how could a reality go on forever?

    Clarice went back down to all four's and we did a round-a-bout for the crowd. We finally exited and I got off. My legs weren't sore and I lost the feeling of freedom. Clarice walked to her stable and I walked over to Skyler. 

"Good job out there, another pleased crowd once again", he said. 

"Thanks, I can't help but think of their faces and how good it feels to excite them every time", I replied. 

"Your funny, now go get dressed we got some work that needs to get done" 

"Yes sir"

    I walked to the farm, which wasn't very far away from the rodeo. I got dressed in my work clothes and headed to the stables. There I thought while I worked. I thought about all the things that have been going on. My mind stuck to the crowd but I tried to move on from it. Then Skyler and Clarice came to my mind. I'm going to miss them to the end of the universe, but I would never have them go through what I do. "How could you miss someone that's already in your position, huh? Don't you remember nothing! That's how you and Sky met!", my mind yelled at me. "I forget everything as quick as I can so I don't end up dwelling over them", I yelled back. 

    I pushed my thoughts to the dark spaces in my mind. Of course I would try to forget everything. With the condition I'm in it is best to try and forget everything so they don't haunt you in the future. My mother is probably looking down upon my from above. How could I have been so stupid to believe in the woman that put my in the position I'm in. Because she reminded you of your mother. My mother would have never made me immortal. 

~

Character Profile (Main Character):

Name: Veronica Anne Weathermon

Born: May 18, 1825

"Died"/Day she became immortal: April 9, 1847

Hometown: Australia

Occupation: Rodeo star

Hobbies: horseback riding, archery, running, going on adventures

Fears/Worries: letting her family down, being disabled

One big dream/goal: to ride till the day she dies, pass down her lobe of riding horses

The meaning of this photo is Veronica's soul finally running freely away.

Colorado - Window Poem

Cornfields
that go on for miles.
My sisters
sleeping ever so peacefully.
Here
I see no horses.
Sometimes I imagine them
roaming around the land.
The bright hot sunshine
and the flowy fields.
Mountains
way off in the distance.
The occasional herd of cows
as they lounge around in the heat.


Author's Note: This poem's "scene" kind of reminds me of Spirit I hope it does for you too ((the movie about a buckskin-buckskin is a (NOT TYPE) coat color) coat as in "fur" color)-too much to explain sorry-

Art Walk Piece(s)

My description:
There's an array of colors from pale yellows to dirty browns. Random lines scattered around the painting on top of all the nonsense of color. Line that looked like cuts, some looked pointy others soft and flowy. The blots of color are kind of like blocks of color. Some colors smudge together and others don't. There are dots of color. Life is rough, it has light and dark moments.

A Time In My Life:
It reminded me about how life has light and dark moments, but they all blend into one masterpiece we call life. Good or bad, happy or sad. There is always a light at the end of the tunnel. It just takes some work to get to it.

Poem (Into Something New) :
The world is full of color
but what if all that color just smudged up
blending together into something new.
All it took was just one swipe
to take all the colors away
turn them into something new.
One thing happens in life
whether it be good or bad
it still happened
and then it turned your life into something new.

Haiku:
Random scattered lines
Some colors smudge together others don't
Light and dark moments