Dementors

I don't know why, but for some reason Dementors have been on my brain. I haven't even read a Harry Potter book in months, let alone watched a movie for a week or so now.

I personally think that it may have been this commercial that did it for me. I saw it one day, and loved it. I've watched it a million times now. Watch it.

Tell me that all the death eaters aren't driving this car.

A few days ago, I was walking up the stairs from my room to go to school. I take several bags with me for all of the different things I do. (Dance, school, after school stuff... blah blah.) It was a dark morning, and I looked up to see a Dementor hanging its head over the bannister trying to suck out my soul. I squealed, dropped all of my bags and proceeded to fall down all over the stairs in one big hot mess.

I'm perfectly fine now, because the Dementor that was trying to suck out my soul, wasn't actually a Dementor. It was just a black jacket, with its hood expanded in a Dementor sized head fashion. When my dad asked me what happened, I wanted to scream out "Dementor, Dementor!" like Draco does in Book Three. But I didn't. I told him I just fell up the stairs, as per usual.

I was at school this morning, walking up the stairs, concentrating on every single one, as you must while walking up stairs, when I noticed a black form in the corner of my eye. I looked up to see another Dementor. They're everywhere! I turned around abruptly and smashed into the boy behind me who knocked down several girls after that. Only this time I actually did scream out 'Dementor, Dementor!'

Ok, this time the Dementor was a boy wearing a black jacket. But he was coming after me I swear. I'm going to try harder to calm myself down when I see a Dementor. It's a wonder I have any friends at all.

Sterling Scholar

These are a few of the shots I did for a dance photo shoot.

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Desert Spirit

Desert Spirit

Amelia Pullman

You will learn to love in the Kingdom of Death.

You will sing in its Gardens of Silence.

What tomorrow brings will never be known.

What weapon you choose in your Army alone,

Will be the Sun and the Moon combined into one.

What horses will fly with Bumblebees of blue.

What stars will burn out when you close your eyes.

If this Desert Spirit finds you, and it always does,

Submit to its rage, and Honor your soul.

The Apocalypse Is Here

Love, Majora's Mask 

You're Staring.

I was in Hollister yesterday, just bumming around when I couldn't get over the feeling that someone had been watching me since I got there. Then our eyes met, and I was like 'where have you been all my life?' The second thing I thought was 'Why am I wearing this ugly sweater?' and the third thing 'stop staring at me in my ugly sweater.'

But he wouldn't.

So, I came home and I found a picture of him.

Yup. This is him.

Yes. I know he was staring at you too.

They Have Won.

Happy Halloween!

Dance In A Nutshell

In Dance Company we had to write a short paper on our own philosophy of dance. To be perfectly honest with you, I wrote this in probably less than 20 minutes. Tada. Anyways. I didn't really think much about it, it all came pretty easy, because this is just how I feel about dance. But my dance teacher actually read my paper out loud to all of the other girls. ... awkward. Not really, but she said before she read it that she had to read the first paragraph three times before she understood it. Maybe that's because its a jumbled mess, or it could just be her. But hey, if she liked it enough to make her all teary-eyed, I thought I might as well put it up. So, to the world; here is how I view dance in a nutshell.

Philosophy of Dance

Philosophy is the study of the foundational features of knowledge, reality, and existence. We gain knowledge through facts, information and skills that we acquire from experience and learning. We use reality by dancing in the real world, and worlds beyond this one. And through our way of life, we use dance to exist.

Dance is an extraordinary thing because of it’s many uses. We use dance as an art form, a way to express ourselves, a way to re-tell a story, a physical exercise, to learn and grow, to touch others lives, and to touch our own lives.

Dance is the bridge between spiritual and physical. Dance takes energy, strength, and self-control, which must meet with emotion and soul. Because it takes so much effort to achieve this, only through practice and growth will this happen.

When words cannot be expressed, there comes dance in its stead. Dance is a way to express certain feelings and emotions that can better be said through the words of a body and movement than could ever be said in words. If you want to share your feelings in their fullest, you must let yourself go in dance. You are giving your entire self. Making you vulnerable to whoever may be watching. You must be brave. Many will not understand what you have to say, however even if there isn’t one who does, in your heart, you will have felt accomplishment that cannot be gained from anything other than dance in this world.