Nerd.

School starts tomorrow and I could not be more excited. I got my hair done. I have my books. My backpack is ready to go. It has been ready to go since July.

I am a nerd. Honestly, I am okay with that. I have an earning for learning. I have a need to always know more. I am constantly looking up information online just so I know that much more. No, I do not use Wikipedia. That is not a valid source of information. Anyone can post an article on there and call it fact.

I love studying. Receiving a good grade on a test is worth it all. It shows how much I can handle. It shows how much I can obtain and cram into my brain. I cannot promise that I will remember all the information after the test but that is irrelevant.

I love writing essays. This comes easy to me. I can write an essay in a few hours and obtain an A on it. I am not bragging. I am merely stating the facts. I analyze every book I read. I analyze every essay or paragraph I read. Every word has a more complicated meaning. Everything everyone says means something else to me.

I am constantly asking people to say what they really mean. I am constantly analyzing people. I have an obsession with trying to figure out why people think the way they do. Perhaps I should have gone to school for psychology? Life moves on.

How can I analyze so much, yet when it comes to math, struggle like mad? Well this blog makes no sense. I just really wanted to write.

Stop reading this, seriously.

Go see The Help. Seriously. Stop reading this and go see it. You all know I am going to just ramble nonsense. Your time would be better spent driving to the local theater and seeing this remarkable movie.

I do not cry in movies. Okay, I do cry in movies but only at stupid parts. I cried in the last Harry Potter movie when I saw certain people passed away. I cried in a flashback scene as the put the whole story together and wrapped it in a neat bow. (I cannot give away too much because I have been informed that some people who read that have not even read the book yet.) I consider them slackers considering the book has already been out for a few years now. Irrelevant.

I have no shame in the fact that I cried in this movie. I grew up with these characters and, in my mind, I was watching a very good friend pass away. It was hard seeing someone I got to know so well, through text, die such a terrible awful death.

I get so involved with characters in books. I get to know them as I watch them struggle. I learn all of their personality quirks in the worse and best scenarios. After reading the Harry Potter books several times throughout the years they have become like a second family to me. It was a safe place for me to go when the world around me let me down. The best part of this connection is when I find someone else who likes the series as much, or more than, I do. I know I am weird but I am perfectly okay with that.

Why are you still reading this? Get back to your life. Get back to work....since I know a certain someone reads this while at work. (Not saying any names of course). In fact I think there are a few people who read this while getting paid. Gee, I wish I could get paid to read non-sense. Instead I get paid to make people fat. I am a minute part of the reason why this country is so obese.

Seriously, stop reading. If you are not working go see that movie. If you are more connected with your emotions than I am you will cry. I almost cried but was unable to do so. I was touched by the movie and I can say, that without a doubt, it is one of the best movies I have seen in a very long time. Yes, this includes the last Harry Potter movie and that is saying a lot. You will laugh. I did. This is not saying much though because I laugh a lot. I like to laugh. It feels good. If you have seen it, you can relate to how powerful the message is behind it. You will be able to agree that the movie is simply phenomenal. And for the person who has not seen it yet...who I was apparently supposed to go see it with...I am sorry but I will go see it again. THAT is how good of a movie it was.

"Piece of Cake" review

I recently finished a memoir called "Piece of Cake." It was written by Cupcake Brown. She relives her life as she fell into drug and alcohol addictions.

This was one of the hardest pieces of material I have ever read. It was not challenging because of the language. Honestly, I flew through it because I was anxious for the poor girl's life to turn around. It was difficult because I had a hard time relating. I have always had a loving family. I have never been raped. I have never been forced to provide for myself due to an unjust judicial system.

At the same time, the way she talked, I felt like I was really getting to know Cupcake. I felt like she was a long lost friend with a story that I needed to hear. I have yet to determine what made me pick up the book. I do not know why exactly I read the book and was unable to put it down.

In my mind, I was cheering her on the whole way through the book. I kept thinking, you can get through this because I know how strong and determined you can be when it comes to getting what you want or need.

I cried many times throughout the novel. It touched me and really spoke to me. What really got me is that despite everything she put herself through, she was able to come out on top and become very successful. I am much younger than she is and still feel like a failure because I have not yet completed school or found the love of my life.

I am not giving up. I will have my life where I need it in six years.

I am the kind of person who when I read a good story I will share it with anyone who is willing to listen. With this being said, there are already three people who want to read the book now that I have completed it. The first girl has possession of it presently. She was pretty excited when I gave it to her today.

All in all I give "Piece of Cake" by Cupcake Brown 5 stars. I recommend it to anyone.

Pay it forward.

Have you seen that movie? The child has an amazing insight to life. He does good deeds for people and asks them not to pay him back. Instead he asks them to in turn, do something nice for someone else. Why are people so hesitant to lend a helping hand when needed? In the same sense, why are people so hesitant to ask for help when there is not way they can survive on our own? What has the world come to that, by offering a simple gesture, we think the worse possible scenario? As a society, we are very pessimistic and mistrusting.

I will lend a helping hand to anyone without thinking twice. I always want to believe the best in people. This causes me to be gullible. It causes me to believe that no one would possibly lie to me because I would not lie to them. It blinds me to people who are shady. I would never think that someone is trying to cheat me out of anything because I would not do that to anyone.

This is something that I am working on. I do not want to become a pessimist. I want to be able to trust people. I want to be able to see the best in people. At the same time, I am done with people taking advantage of me. I am done with people thinking that I am just the nice girl that will always be there to help out.

It took me twenty years but I can honestly say that I have a group of friends that I would trust with my life. Growing up and all through high school I did not have the nicest friends. If you are reading this, obviously I trust you. However in high school I wanted to fit in so badly that I did not care how badly my so called friends treated me. And trust me, they are not the nicest people. This being why I do not talk to a lot of them anymore but that is a whole other story.

If you have not seen Pay it forward, I recommend it. It has been around for 11 years already and I feel that it displays a really good message. If someone lends you a dollar, do not pay that dollar back. In turn , when someone needs a pop to quench a thirst, buy that person a pop. The would would be a happier place if people were just a little nicer to each other.

Have a good night everyone. I paid it forward today, did you?

Capture those memories.

I have wondered and wondered why I love photography so much.

I have six cameras. Two of them work. I have, over the years acquired quite t he collection of cameras. I have a Polaroid, Two fancy film cameras (That I do not know how to put the batteries in), a 35 mm camera, and two digital cameras. One of the digitals I use for events of the sort. I have a baby shower at the end of the month that I am being paid to take pictures at. How cool is that?! I have never NEVER been paid to do photography before so this is exciting in my world. There is another baby shower in September that I am also being paid for.

Maybe I should put an ad on Craig's List? I would not know how much to charge. The lady for the baby showers is giving me $25 for the first one. The second one is still up in the air and being negotiated.

I love the idea that with the click of a button, you can capture an image and it is yours to keep for as long as you want. You can capture memories and look back on them years and years down the line. You can capture the beauty of a flower, and even if the flower dies, you will always have the beauty of it in the photography.

There was this tulip in my mom's garden. I got more excited about it than she did. It was all white, except one petal. One petal was half white and half red. I could not get over how much this flower fascinated me. I have never seen anything like it. I also could not understand why my mom was not as intrigued by it as I was. I showed the picture to several people and they were all impressed. I was actually accused of photoshopping the flower. There was no way in Heaven that that flower could exist without the help of technology.

Right.

I live my life behind my camera lens. I live to capture as many moments as possible. I am constantly taking pictures. With the exception of when I am at work (even then I have a camera phone) I always have a camera on me. I keep one on me. You never know when you are going to need it. Nature changes so rapidly. Things happen all the time around me that sometimes I wish I could capture and share with the world. There are times that the picture does the scene I am trying to capture no justice.

A few weeks ago a friend and I saw a rainbow. It was beautiful. We also could not understand where it came from because there was no prior rain. When I took a picture of it, there was no justice to be done. We were in awe at the beauty of the rainbow. I even pulled up to another car and made sure to point it out to them. If I enjoy it, why should I not allow someone else to enjoy it?

Have a nice day and don't forget to capture your life. ^_^

Reality tv? Yeah, realistic.

I admit it. I enjoy reality television. I enjoy watching people. This includes Jersey Shore. The people on the show are dumb. They are losers who party and have sex all the time. Yet, I find the show addicting.

I feel as though I get to know them. I feel like they are the people in high school that I was never cool enough to hang out with. It is weird. It is addicting but it is not reality.

When did it become realistic to have a camera follow you around all day long? When did it become reality that you can go with friends to Italy and party every night? This is a concept that I have a very hard time grasping.

I enjoy sitting in the mall and watching people pass. Sometimes I catch a bit of a conversation here and there. Maybe I should have become a psychology major. I analyze people to the best of my ability. I tell me friends, because I know them well enough, what they are thinking at times. I criticize my friends when they are making stupid mistakes. I am tough but it is because I know them. They also know me. They will also tell me what I am thinking at times. Crazy right??

I can understand why people like reality television. I understand the concept and how easily it is to get drawn into someone else's life.

I write this blog and share all of my emotions with whoever reads it. I leave my self vulnerable and leave nothing behind. I have no regrets with the information I share. I should be a reality show star. Then again, I think my life is pretty boring. Who would want to watch me? Anyone?

Would anyone feel so obliged to turn on the Dana show weekly to see what I am up to? I wish this blog was more popular. I wish I had a million strangers reading and they felt like they knew me through my writing. I have written in here for a little over a year and I still only have eight followers.