confession # 3

Mood:wishful

#3: I worry too much about little things.

32 days until school is out and I'm pretty sure I can survive that long. You know that feeling you have at the end of every school year? It's like, you want school to end, yet you don't at the same time. Know what I mean? We just got our P.E. grades yesterday and surprisingly, I have a 100%. I thought I'd at least get a B+.

I love Blogger, but it's such a distraction. Every time I get on the computer to do something important, I end up being on Blogger for hours.

You know, I don't actually have anything to share with you guys, but I really need to go the the mall soon so I can go to Hot Topic to get these things:

• The Beatles Yellow Submarine Tote $9.98
• The Academy Is T-Shirt $9.98
• Pierce the Viel Shirt $9.98
• Sky Eats Airplane Shirt $9.98

They were all twenty bucks but they're on sale now and I so need to get them before everyone else snatches them away. (:

comment of the day: who's your favourite beyond favourite band (meaning, a music group with more than 3 people)?

I don't ever have a permanent favourite band, as my mind changes as the time progresses, but as of right now, it's Rise Against; (Linkin Park, Death Cab For Cutie, Breaking Benjamin, The Academy Is, and Shiny Toy Guns are pretty close, too.) My favourite artist is NeverShoutNever! (No people, he's not a band, he's an artist.) And, my favourite indie groups/artists are Angus and Julia Stone, Florence + The Machines, Priscilla Ahn, and Anya Marina. They're all amazing bands and artists.

*Can't forget Frank Sinatra, Elvis Presley, The Eagles, or The Beatles.

Man, the list goes on.

I'm sure you all agree with my taste in music. Hahaha. (; If you're open-minded and want some music suggestions, there's a little place at the top of the side-bar that I update daily for suggested songs for you to listen to.

Also, I've decided that my music playlist will change about every month or so - and every time, I'll try to differ the genre - you know, just to keep it fresh.

Alright? Peace out, friends.

P.S. I just found out today that I'm in the top 5% of the 8th grade. Makes me feel like a nerd, sorta, but I'm kinda proud of myself. (:

Give Peace A Chance.

A sign outside the White House

Arlington National Cemetery

Cannon from the Battle at Gettysburg

Inside the Roosevelt Memorial

Gettysburg, Pennsylvania

Lincoln Memorial

World War II Memorial fountain

The White House

The Vietnam Memorial


The Library of Congress

The Capital Building

Haha, I forgot what building this was.

View of the Washington Monument

The Potomak River

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I got back from D.C. this morning. These are just a few out of the many that I took. If you want to see more, just let me know. Otherwise - you know, comment or something. We went to so many places: The Washington Monument, The Smithsonian, The National Archives (I got to see the original Constitution and Declaration of Independence, OMG!), The Capitol Building, The Holocaust Museum, Gettysburg, Lincoln Memorial, Arlington National Cemetary, Jefferson Memorial, Roosevelt Memorial Center, Vietnam Memorial, WWII Memorial, Korean Memorial, Union Station...

never again.

Holocaust

by Barbara Sonek

We played, we laughed,

we were loved.

We were ripped from the arms of our

parents and thrown into the fire.

We were nothing more than children.

We had a future. We were going to be

lawyers, rabbis, wives, teachers, mothers.

We had dreams, then we had no hope.

We were taken away in the dead of night

like cattle in cars, no air to breathe.

Smothering, crying, starving, dying.

Seperated from the world to be no more.

From the ashes, hear our plea.

This atrocity to mankind cannot

happen again.

Remember us, for we were the

children whose dreams and lives were

stole away.

Today is Holocaust Remembrance Day.

Today the world will remember how evil humans can be.

Remember,

In Tune With Mother Nature

If you listen for the songbirds

As they greet the summer sun,

And love the way the wind can make

The trees sing just for fun;

If you like to hear the ocean

As it drums upon the shore,

And imagine all the whales out there,

and hope they'll sing some more;

If you think of all the animals

As players in a band,

Each with a lovely tune to play,

All needed on the land;

And know that as a boy or girl

A woman or a man,

You have a vital role to play

In Mother Nature's plan;

If you honor every living thing

As a part of nature's treasure

You're in tune with Mother Nature

So let's all sing her song together.

-Unknown

Happy Earth Day, all.

The Square Root of 3

I'm sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that's good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight

Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply

To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

by: Dave Feinberg

*I'm not going to be online or on Blogger at all the 21st-23rd because our whole 8th grade will be going on a field trip to Washington D.C - should be fun! - however, I do have two scheduled posts for Earth Day & Holocaust Remembrance Day so don't miss me too much. (: I just won't be able to reply to all of your comments until I get back on the 24th.

Silence

The room is silent. Loudly silent. Pages turn, people shuffle, a pencil gliding over a sheet of paper. It is silent. The world turns; somewhere in the distance, a dog barks.

The room is silent. But I hear everything. The crying of a baby, the whimpering of a dog, the stabbing of a knife, someone crying out at night, asking God why there has to be so much pain and bloodshed.

Somewhere in the distance of the light, I hear something. A music-box playing its last tune.

[prose: copyright (c) by Candice A. Anderson]

"Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it." - Confucius

Mood:really happy(:

Photos: Copyright (c) 2010 by Candice A. Anderson

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I have only one thing to say: Thank goodness it's Friday! I'll be going to D.C. with my school next Wednesday and will be gone until Saturday. We have to wake up at 3:00am to make the buses, which will leave at 4:00am. It's going to be hard for me, because I haven't waken up that early in... never! So yeah. Not much news to share with you guys today, but I have some good news: I found my purple mechanical pencil! Yes! I found it! So in gym, my friend goes up to my and says, "CANDY! I KNOW WHO TOOK YOUR PENCIL!" So I follow her and see that it's in this other girl's tote bag. Well what did I do? I stole it back.

No one will ever know...

*Be on the lookout for some new pieces of prose (literature) that I have written! ☼

**Also, I want you guys to check out my friend Skye's blog. She's new to blogger, but it would be nice if you guys visited her blog. It's quite cool, I must say. (I helped her with the header.) :D So yeah, there will be a link below; follow her! (:

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and you can check out my friend Tori's blog by ►clicking here◄! Gogogo!

P.S. What do you guys think of the new layout? (:

This Is My Title. (;

Mood:okay

Fact: I hate Four-Goal Soccer. That was the game we played during P.E. today. It's like soccer, except with four teams and all you're doing is running back and forth between goals. I like fitness days so much better, because I'm hopeless with team sports.

Great. Now I'm going to be all sweaty after school every day.

I can't wait for next Wednesday! That's when we're going on the field trip to D.C! Unfortunately, I have to wake up at like, 3:00am because buses leave at four. I've never waken up that early since... NEVER!

Oh! I think I forgot to tell you guys something! Last week we took our Chapter 7 algebra test and I was the only person to get a perfect 100%. How cool is that? (: Yes, yes, I know I'm a nerd. But that's totally a good thing!

Here are my grades so far:

Algebra: A - 102%

Social Studies: A - 95%

Language Arts: A - 101%

Science: A - 99%

Band: A - 100%

Phys. Ed: n/a (We shall wait and see for this one.)

I love you guys!

untold beauty.

I Miss My Pencil...

Mood:pissed

So you're wondering why I'm pissed off. It's always the littlest things that set me off. Someone stole my brand new pencil. It must be! It wasn't on the floor! And you're thinking, "Pshh, it was only a pencil." Wrong. It was my favourite pencil. One of those really awesome, clear, expensive mechanical ones. My friend borrowed it in the locker rooms during gym, put it back on my agenda, and everyone had to go out into the gym for warmups. EXCEPT when I came back ... it was gone! Poof.

Oh how I miss my pencil. D:

So I'm obsessed about my pencils. So what? Lots of people are obsessed with little things... right?

I must catch the culprit and get my pencil back! You should help me by telling me what to do!

Bye-bye 3rd Quarter!

Mood:anxious

Today we finally got new electives for the quarter. As I suspected, I got Phys. Ed. I like running and I don't mind being active; I should stay fit! It's the teachers (and ignorant people) I'm not too happy about. Mrs. J must tan too much because she is ORANGE and just weird. Mr. B is the worst (and of course, I get him). He is a big, PERVERT. And it's not just me who thinks this, it's every girl in 8th grade. Let me give you a couple of scenarios:

• He stares at girls' chests when they run.
• He just happened to go into the girls locker room to "talk" to Mrs. J while all the girls were still in there?!
• While you're using an arm band, he comes up behind you and "helps" you get it right.
• During bleachers, he stares at girls' butts and smiles?
• -He's a creeper!-
• Plus, here's another point for added creepiness: he knows all the words to Miley Cyrus' "Party to the USA". Oh, and he dances.
• Tell me that's not weird.

There are some cute guys in that class though... too bad it's gym and everyone will be all sweaty and sloppy.

In other news: Science was uhm, very awkward today because we just started the reproduction unit (Oh joy.) She kept asking us, "Why are you guys so stiff? Why are you guys so quiet?" while we were given an assignment to do a reading/summary of all the "terms". And, mind you, I don't think I will share those terms with you on here. There were even pictures in the reading packet. Actually, it was very entertaining to me because everyone was just so quiet and it was just so awkward. Whatever.

Looking forward to going to DC next Wednesday.

Now if I could only survive the last 9 weeks of school, I may survive middle school. (:

Care to comment?

In These Masks, We Hide.

Mood:inspired

(Recently taken photographs!) [:

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I'm deathly afraid of going back to school. Spring break is almost over and once we go back to school we'll be starting our unit on reproduction and we're getting our final electives of the year (I'm probably going to get gym, because I haven't gotten it yet. I don't mind psychical activity - it's the people I don't like.)

Been feeling very musically inspired lately. Still teaching myself how to play the guitar. (: I'm still trying to think of a new name for it. Aiden was the top choice from last time, but I thought it was a little too edgy for an acoustic. Would love some more (gender neutral, hopefully?) suggestions. Yes, I like naming inanimate objects.

I swear I'm not crazy.

Savior.

Mood:creative

The girl, she sits in a corner, knees tucked up to her chest. It's freezing in the small, grey room. The ceiling is caved in; it is no longer a shelter... in fact, it never was. All the girl wanted to do was to get out of there alive. That's all she ever wanted. But she sits in her corner every day, hiding from from alchohalic dad, hiding from the wooden stick that has given her so many bruises.

The walls around her are demolished, broken down shingles. The girl sees a little mouse scurry to its hole.

The girl, she sits in a corner, knees tucked up to her chest. She is waiting. Waiting for a savior.

[Photo & Text (c) Candice A. Anderson]

Beautiful Tranquility.

Today: Good Friday & Hans Christian Anderson's 205th Birthday

[All photographs by Candice A. Anderson. All rights reserved.]

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♥Candice