New Year, New Beginnings

I’m not really sure what to write. I have a lot of things I want to do this year and choosing what to write is really hard. I have always wanted to do a lot of things that would add adventure into my life. I’ll just write the things that are on the top of my head.

My Bucket List:

  • Skydiving
  • Bungee Jumping
  • Scuba Diving (swimming lessons first)
  • Write an actual novel
  • Be on TV
  • Get a boyfriend
  • Get a cat
  • Meet all the marvel villains
  • Meet Christian Bale
  • Stay up all night

If you could not tell, this would be quite the eventful year if I could do all these things. I really want to do most of the things on this list because it is just something I want. I need to get out of my mundane life and enter a life of new experiences and adventure. I am really hoping this year proves to be a great one.

Happy New Year!

Until next time.

Home is Where the Heart is

“You can leave home all you want, but home will never leave you.”
When I think of home I think of a box house with a white picket fence. Perhaps with a dog running around the yard, chasing a young child around or vice versa. Small trees and pink tulips. A perfect home. A perfect family. Everyone has a home. It may not be like the one I described but to you, it is perfect. Everyone thinks of home as a sanctuary.

The quote I mentioned in the beginning of this post reminded me of a character from the book I am currently reading. Jace Herondale (Wayland, Lightwood, etc. etc. etc.), from the Mortal Instruments book series, used to live in a beautiful home in a place called Idris. The manor he lived in during his childhood held memories both good and bad. But he did not care. Although he lives in New York, he never forgets about his home back in Idris. The ghost of the manor haunts his memories. Jace is a brave, arrogant, selfish person with a soft spot for his family and his former home. Throughout the first two books in the series, he mentions Idris frequently with a dreamy look in his eyes with his face contorted into a soft look. In my personal opinion the quote was based on Jace Herondale.

I have read and reread this book series many many times and each time I discover something new. I am currently reading the second book in the series and from this book and the book before it I have noticed that Jace really cares about his old home. These books have seriously grown to become some of my favorites and I really suggest them to anyone. They are full of both humorous quotes and some valuable life lessons with a side of torn heart strings. If you read these books, I suggest you think of your own home so you can fully understand how Jace sees the world.

Until next time.

The Life of an Imaginary Friend

He didn’t talk to me anymore. He talked to real girls with real hair, real feelings, and real bodies that he could really touch. He left me with the memories of him and I. I knew this day would come, but I had been secretly hoping the inevitable could somehow be changed. I wished and prayed and hoped that some higher being would make it possible for me to remain with him. Last week I began to notice my thin fingers starting to become translucent. It was actually happening. He was finally forgetting about me; about us. Thoughts like this hurt. They cut my skin like dull, rusted knives. How was I supposed to recover from a pain as real as this? Even though I am imaginary, ┬áthe pain I feel in my heart and on my skin is real. This boy, this beautiful, innocent, grown up boy was everything for me. He was my only life source. Without him, I am nothing. Soon, I will be nothing. Everything hurt. The promises he made to me were my broken limbs. Secrets told to me were my charred earlobes. Dreams we shared were lost in twisted web of his mind, but were branded on my forehead. I am broken. Only him could fix me. But he discarded me like a pair of old, smelly socks. I was a pair of socks that would become lost in the continuously growing pile of discarded childhood memories. I am fading. But I can’t let go. I won’t let go. Something deep inside the never ending abyss of my everlasting soul will not let me leave. I have heard of Imaginary friends fading. But never have I ever heard of an imaginary friend falling deeply and intimately in love with their human friend.

But that was exactly my problem. I have fallen passionately, severely in love with him. And I am unable to leave.

The Start of My Descent into Madness

If I am being completely honest with myself right now, I would just have to say that reading has always had some part in my life. Books are powerful objects created through the assistance of humans. It is strange to think that a book is a mixture of 26 different letters rearranged in different manners to create a fictional life for a fictional person. The different combinations of the 26 letters can have the power to make us cry, laugh, smile, and/or hurl the book of fiction across the room at a wall while shrieking quite banshee like. Books are strange.

Each book affects a person differently. I think one of the books that has affected me the most is Harry Potter. The story of Harry Potter is very heartwarming and, prepare yourselves for this one, magical. As a child, you believe in magic and when a story like Harry Potter is told it makes you believe even more in the magical properties of our world. Even as a teenager I love the magic in the book and wish I could extract the magic from the book and insert it into the real world. I am so grateful for J.K Rowling and her beautiful mind. She has changed how I view the world in that aspect.

The Harry Potter fanbase was the very first one that I ever joined. All fangirls start somewhere. I wish I was a wizard instead of a lame muggle. Barf.

Until next time.

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

In the world of Disney, the repetitive theme in all of the movies ever made is a young girl (or boy) has a dream. Everyone has a dream. Even the most heartless person you can think of their dream was probably to become the most heartless person you can think of. If so, their dreams have become realities. My dream, however, is not anything like being heartless. Ever since I was a little kid I have wanted to be an actress. I know it’s totally cliche, all kids say something like that. But for me, it is really my ambition. I have always wanted it. I want nothing more than to stand on a stage all by myself with a bright spotlight pointed at me as I finish singing my last note or last phrase. The adoring audience will be cheering and I will be smiling and basking in my own success as I whisper “I did it.” Never have I ever wanted something more. Broadway or something else to that degree is all I want. All I need. Every day I work to become the best I can be. I am currently trying to prepare my audition song for the school musical. I am finally fulfilling my dream at least a little bit.

Until next time.


The first thing that comes to my mind when I think of the word “Adversity” is the song “Stronger by Kelly Clarkson. In that song, she repeats the words “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” and I find that to be incredibly true! If you want to make it through in life, you need to bounce back when life throws you down. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Thankfully, the only struggles I’ve had involve members of the opposite sex. It doesn’t seem like a very big deal for other people but to me, it is so important and I hate it. I stress about this every day of my life, wondering why I can’t be like other teenagers, why I am so different. It’s hard for me. It’s stupid and I realize that. Life for an emotional teenager who is obsessed with fictional people is hard. It’s especially hard when you feel like your “Soul Mate” is a fictional person. Like, seriously? Why me? Why ISN’T he real? Anyway, I am thankful that my struggles haven’t been to extreme. I couldn’t handle extreme. Thanks for reading! *Blows a kiss to all the viewers*

Until Next Time!


Most people would be very cliche and say they fear fear itself. While that holds true, I really do have legitimate (at least to me) fears. I do realize that some of my fears may be irrational to others but they make perfect sense to me.

First, I would like to start with creepy looking dolls. All in all, the dolls are quite beautiful, when they don’t murder people when everyone while they sleep or when they aren’t possessed. The dolls that seem to most often become the catalyst for evil are the China Dolls. Pale inanimate, unsmiling porcelain faces stare at the victim in front of them, plotting their death in their tiny yet well-groomed heads and imagining the victim’s blood on their lace dresses. I believe the thing that started my fear was my friends. As a little girl, I was scared of practically everything. But, somehow my friends at the time convinced me to listen to them tell each other scary stories. One of the stories was about a China Doll with red eyes that killed the family members of a little girl while chanting, “Ch-Ch-Ch-China Doll walking up the stairs.” Creepy right?! From that moment on, I have been haunted by those glass dolls of death.

Insane Asylums would have to be my next fear. Empty halls, empty rooms, empty minds. What if while walking down those empty halls, an insane person jumps out at you and strangles you or spits on you or rips your eyes out?! Those places are just creepy! The catalyst for this fear is a video game I watched named Outlast. It’s about a man and a preacher that go into an insane asylum to see what kind of evil stuff is happening. All you have in that game is a camera that you have to find batteries for. In the asylum, there is a big creepy guy that will occasionally chase after you and kill you if he catches you. Things jump out at you and oh goodness I hated it. I was even watching it with the lights on in a populated room! Since then, Insane Asylums have scared me.

The last one I will add is Corn fields. Tall rows of corn hide everything within them, so imagine being stuck in one with some killer following you. You would never know where they are. You’re trapped. A corn field is basically a never-ending maze that I don’t want to get stuck in. Once, I was playing a zombie video game and my team and I had to run through one of those mazes while there were zombies hidden in it. The zombies seemed to come out of nowhere and it scared me terribly. Since then I have never looked at a corn field the same and will never enter one. Like ever.

Some of these fears are irrational to other people but to me, they are quite terrifying. Surprisingly, I like writing about my fears. It’s like getting something off my chest! Anyway, comment below your fears!

Until next time!






Write through the stages of your life

Poetry is so beautiful. I love how different people can read the same poem and find different meanings than others. It is a way to express yourself in a way that only you can fully understand. To me, it’s very lovely.

My favorite poem is one I discovered recently. It’s entitled, Seven Ages of Man.

Seven Ages of Man by. William Shakespeare

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players,
They have their exits and entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then, the whining schoolboy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice
In fair round belly, with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part.

Here’s a little history lesson. England was the home of the brilliant playwright, poet, and Actor, William Shakespeare. Shakespeare is still considered the greatest writer in English language. His early plays were usually comedies and histories but later on in his life he started to write his tragedies like the famous plays Hamlet, Macbeth, and King Lear. His most famous play, “Romeo and Juliet”, was not originally his idea. The idea came from a play from another man and Shakespeare’s version of the play was making fun of the original. When he was 18 years old, he married a woman named Anne Hathaway (not the one we have today) and had three kids with her. And that concludes the little history lesson.

I have always had a certain, inexplicable love for the man and his creations. I wish I could have found this beauty earlier in my life. The attraction I feel is mostly aimed towards the style of writing he has. He has a very distinct style that is hard to understand but at the same time it’s very beautiful. This poem, to me, explains life almost perfectly. I am an actress, so when he said “All the world’s a stage” I felt a certain connection to the poem and decided to keep reading. As I was reading, I realized he is describing the different stages of life in a way I could understand. It’s very beautiful and I enjoy reading this poem. I hope others will also enjoy reading this as much as I did!

New Blog?

Guess who got a blog?!

Obviously me. Duh.

But in all seriousness I actually made myself a blog to improve my writing skills and whatnot. It’s about time, am I right? I haven’t been writing for very long but even when I was a little princess I loved writing more than any other class in school. Kinda crazy for a little munchkin.

Background Info! I come from Utah and a normal family consisting of a mom and a dad. I have siblings but I don’t get along with them very well. Oops. I don’t think I have an accent or anything cool like that. I wish I did. But I don’t a boring one like southern or Utahn. British would be pretty cool.

For me, writing is a passion of mine. The ability to create a new life and a new story just THRILLS me! I am hoping to sell a lot of novels someday. That would be pretty cool. I once read a quote that read “Write to Tell not to Sell” and it really struck me hard. Whenever I write I think about what could happen if a publisher of some book company read one of my novels and liked it. I have finally come to the realization that I need to write because I want to tell a story about someone doing some incredible (or incredibly stupid) thing. There are soooo many perks to writing! I believe it is a major stress remover especially if I have one million math assignments or chemistry things that make me want to blow up. I like being able to transport myself out of this life and into a different one that is so unique and unlike my own!

Anyway enough about writing even though I could go on and on and on and on and on and on and on.

I also really enjoy music and anything to do with music, be it musicals, instruments, YOU NAME IT! I can’t play any instruments… Totally lame, I know.

So the content of my blog will be mostly things I write. I would LOVE feedback like no other! Feedback will totally help my writing improve. I’ll post as often as I can but until then, enjoy this post!