My Top 15

15. Billy Boyd (Actor)


14. Dominic Cooper (Actor)

13. Chris Martin (Coldplay Frontman)



12. Pierce Brosnan (Actor)

11. Viggo Mortensen (Actor)

10. Gerard Butler (Actor)

9. Emmanuel Moire (French Singer)

8. Kris Allen (Singer)

7. Josh Holloway (Actor)

6. Matthew Fox (Actor)

5. John Stamos (Actor)

4. Sean Faris (Actor)

3. Taylor Lautner (Actor)

2. Jared Leto (Actor & 30 Seconds to Mars Frontman)

Not as cute in his band get-up but I like some of his music.

1. Billie Joe Armstrong (Green Day Frontman)

My favorite band and he is HOT!

Sing-a-Long in Algebra

I'm on a roll with bizarre dreams! This one isn't scary, or depressing but I sure hope part of it doesn't actually happen.

I was in algebra. But instead of doing math we were playing kareoke. We were graded on our singing talent. When the microphone came to me, I refused to sing. I was getting an F either way, so why not do it without the embarrassment? My tracher got up from his desk and said "Alright! I cant take this anymore! Lets go outside." We went outside and there was a tuor bus in the parking lot. A stage rolled out form behind it and Green Day was on it. My algebra teacher said "If you're not gonna sing in class, then they might change your mind." Then they started playing all of my favorite songs and I was singing with them...

Like all of my dreams, I woke up right in the middle of it. But that is one dream I would like to continue with.

Thank God It Was Only a Dream

Last night I had a scary, and somewhat disturbing dream.

It was Easter, but instead of finding baskets of candy and hidden colored eggs, I woke up to mass hysteria. A man was in my backyard clutching a pistol. My dad gathered the family and gave us each a pistol of out own, and we hid in the garage. The man came through the garage door and started shooting at us. Amongst all the confusion I lost track of my mom and my two little sisters, but my dad and I got in the car and bolted out of there. We drove by a woman in another car sloppily disposing of a dead man with a bullet wound in his head. Then my dad declared that he had left something valuable at home and we turned back. When we got out of the car, it exploded. We ran into the house, my dad grabbed a piece of paper, and we went back in the garage. There was another car so we got in it and drove away. I asked my dad what was going on and he said that it was tradition to sacrifice people on Easter in some parts of the world and that it was only a matter of time before it reached America. I asked him if he thought it had spread to the rest of the world, and he said "I don't know." Then the car turned into an airplane and we got a birds eye view of the world. The free way turned into a desert and the Taj Mahal was in the middle of a lot of roads. There was fire, car wrecks, explosions, and people murderikng and dying in the streets everywhere. I thought 2012 and...

I woke up.

Dreamer

I always have strange, random, and hilarious dreams. I usually wake up in the middle of the night and text my friends about them but now I have decided to write them down to share with you.

I was standing in my living room getting ready to leave for school. I hugged my dad and walked out the front door. It was pitch black outside like the bottom of the ocean, and there was a light around my house like that of an angler fish. I started walking down my driveway just as a car was passing. At the same second that the car and I came into alignment, a lightning bolt hit the car and all of a sudden I was back in my house. I gave my dad a hug and walked out the front door. I started walking down my driveway just as a car was passing. At the same second that the car and I came into alignment, a lightning bolt hit the car and I was in my house again. This repeated about four times when finally the last time I ran out the door instead. I beat the car to the lightning bolt and the car disappeared. I was left alone in the darkness. I kept walking to the bus stop in a starless, moonless atmosphere. When I arrived, there were other people that I didn't know. A city bus, instead of a school bus came to pick us up. One by one we started to file onto the bus. After all the seats were filled, there were still four people outside. The driver said "Well, everybody doesn't fit so you're gonna have to get off the bus and walk. "When I returned home, my dad asked me if I wanted to go to the mountains. I said "Yes" and we appeared on a mountain peak. It was still black outside but it had started raining, and it rained hard. The water level rapidly rose until a few moments had passed and the water level was only two feet below us. All of a sudden a goat appeared on the mountain with us. My dad said "Don't touch the water. You will die." And then, the goat touched the water. It fell into the water and disappeared beneath the surface. I knew I was slipping too. I was just about to touch the water when...

I woke up.

I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for Ice Cream!

Nuts. Hot fudge. Caramel. Bananas. Whipped Cream. All ingredients for the perfect banana split. The banana split is a common all-time favorite. We've all heard about flavors like the classic vanilla, strawberry, and chocolate. But what about the creative and sometimes bizarre flavors? These will have you screaming, literally.

Caviar isn't very appealing to most, but would it taste better over ice cream? A gourmet ice cream maker in France thinks so. Philipe Faur made the Foie Gras et Caviar ice cream. Sounds... Yummy.

Everybody loves bacon right? Everybody loves ice cream too. How about if we put them together? Bacon flavored ice cream. I'd like to kiss the feet of the guy who thought of that. Wait... hold on, what am I talking about? Bacon flavored ice cream? Excuse me while I go barf.

How about various sea food ice cream. I already mentioned caviar, but that's just the beginning. With fish flavored ice cream, octopus flavored ice cream, and squid flavored ice cream, there is no stopping Japan from being the fish ice cream capital of the world.

Don't feel like taking pills? How about trying some Viagra ice cream? It has all the benefits of the pill in a convenient frozen treat!

There are definitely many weird, disgusting flavors of ice cream out there. But I think Ill stick to good ol' vanilla.

When I Grow Up...

I always change my mind many times about what I want to do with my life. When I was younger I had my mind set on being a doctor. Well, I soon found out that wasn't the the job for me. I have considered being a photographer, a model, a fashion designer, an interior decorator, and architect, and artist, an author and even just being a housewife.
Well, earlier this year I had to take the DWA (Direct Writing Assessment). The DWA is a test that grades 3-9 take every year. They give a prompt that tells you what kind of essay it is and what you have to write about. You get 90 minutes to write your essay. Then all of the teachers in the state get together and score the essays. The scores are form 1-4. 1 being below basic, 2 is needs improvement, 3 means proficient and if you get a rare 4, then your essay is fantastic. To get us ready for the DWA, my English teacher taught us the proper structure for an essay, theses statement and all. By the time the DWA came around I felt confident about it. But when the paper was sitting in front of me and the timer was ticking, my mind was a blank slate. The prompt was: Write an expository essay about if you had one wish, what would would it be, and how would it effect society? It took me 40 minutes to even decide what my wish would be. When I looked at the clock and saw I only had 50 minutes to wright the rough draft and final draft I panicked. I started to brainstorm about how being able to live in the books you read would help society, but I didn't have time to brainstorm. So I started my rough draft, forgetting everything I learned about the structure of an essay. I began it with, "Land Ho!" and I wrote my first paragraph like an introduction to a book. Then I continued my essay with how people would enjoy reading more and it would be a "doorway to imagination". I worked right up to the last millisecond, and I just barely finished my fifth paragraph when the timer went off.
Then it hit me. I didn't have the thesis statement or a conclusion, and my body paragraphs were almost about the same things. I turned it in hoping that maybe I could scrape by with a 2.5. Colleges look at the DWA score to see of your a good writer or not. I couldn't believe I bombed the essay! I worried about it for weeks on end. It ate me alive. When I asked my friends what they did their topics on they all replied with things like "world peace" and "stop hunger" or "to have a better relationship with my family". I thought my wish sounded childish, and I wished that I had chosen something more mature. Soon my friends got tired of hearing me complaining so I quit worrying out loud, but it was always in my subconscious.
All of my worry vanished a week ago. My teacher told the class that she got the scores from the DWA back. She said that there was a total of seven fours, and that I was one of them! My subject wasn't childish after all, and the structure didn't matter! I was one happy camper. I just about jumped out of my chair and started screaming, I was so happy.
So what does this have to do with what I want do do with my life? Ill tell you after this little tidbit. Currently I have to write a research paper challenging that text messaging is bad. My English teacher read my rough draft yesterday, and told me that she hopes that I want to be a writer. She told me that my work is great, and that I have a talent. She also told me that she would be more than happy to recommend me for a creative writing class for juniors and seniors. Juniors and seniors. I had been wishing to be in that class but I'm only going to be a sophomore. I was ecstatic. I couldn't believe my ears! Me. In a creative writing class. For juniors and seniors. Wow.
And now this is where my future comes in. I finally found something I'm good at. So now I'm pondering over what kind of writer I want to be. I could be a journalist, a book writer, a reporter, a researcher, a columnist, a blogger, the choices are infinite! I have tried to write books before but I always thought they werent good enough. So I'm going to try again. I love reading like I love music. Writing is a great way to express yourself and to share your triumphs with the world.

Visions of Rock Bands Dance in My Head

I got a guitar this past Christmas. When the family got together my cousin was going to teach me a song. He asked me if I knew any Green Day. I was clueless about who he was talking about, although I did have one of their songs (Wake Me Up When September Ends). I never listened to it because I thought it was boring. It wasn't the kind of music I liked so I didn't care. But when my cousin asked me about it, it sparked some interest in me. A few days later I was with another of my cousins who was introducing me to new music. I was going through his iPod and immediately recognized the name "Green Day" I asked him about them but he said that he wasn't a huge fan. But I had even more interest in the band. Sometime after that I was on you Tube. I noticed that one of the featured videos was Green Day's "21st Century Breakdown" music video. So, naturally, I clicked on it. I fell in love with Green Day in four minutes and thirty-four seconds. The music video was so awesome. I loved the way that it was black and white, and had a bunch of paint splatters, and the music was great! But the reason I immediately bought it on iTunes was because I thought Billie Joe Armstrong was so cute! While I was on iTunes I searched for some of their other songs. I found out that two songs (21 Guns and basket Case) I already knew and loved, were by Green Day too. So I bought those videos. Since then, I got the complete American Idiot album and the complete 21st Century Breakdown album. I also have 25 other songs on various albums. Green day is my favorite band now. For my birthday I got a guitar book that has fifteen Green Day songs. I know how to play three of them. But Green Day is not the rock band vision in my head. I am currently saving my money up to but myself an electric guitar. Green Day has inspired me to write my own songs. I'm not saying that I'm any good at it, but that doesn't mean that its not fun. If I ever got over my fear of public speaking, and magically acquired a brilliant singing voice, I might have a chance. But until then I will just have to stick to performing in front of the imaginary crowd in my bedroom.