My Very Own Pet Penguin!!

I've always wanted a to have my very own pet penguin ever since I saw the movie "Happy Feet". They are just so cute and adorable! I would usually pick an animal that's fluffy with four legs, but penguins have captured my heart. I find it amazing that they're birds that can fly underwater!Yes, I understand that they are technically swimming, but it's still amazing that birds can swim. They're also very fashionable. Peacocks, for example, can be too flashy depending on the season because they have so many colors on them. It can be overwhelming at times. Penguins, however, are black and white, a classic combination. Their bright orange beak is the only pop of color they need. I think they are simply adorable when they're just born too. The baby penguins are little fluff balls that you just want to hold in your hands and hug all day long!I'd name my penguin Nino, because of course he's be a boy and Nino is an easy name to croon to. I'd buy a large outdoor freezer for him and fill it up with water. Once the water turns to ice, i will carve a huge area for him to lay around in so he can be comfortable. I'd feed him fish and throw a few cubes of ice once in awhile to entertain himself. As for exercise, I'd take him out of his home and fill a pool with ice cold water and ice cubes and let Nino swim in there as long as he wants. The summertime might be when I'd have to constantly watch him so he won't get dehydrated or whatever, but if California gets too hot, then I'd take a trip to Alaska and rent a house there for a month or two so that he may be in his element and see his family. Awww...I really want a penguin now. Where can I get one?

Chateu le Feebs

Thanks to a generous gift by an anonymous donor, I was Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Chateau le Feebs! As you walk in, I hope you notice the clear crystal doors and the luxurious dark pink carpet. The walls, as you shall see, are black to intensify the silver and dark pink accents. The lights on the wall are held inside rectangular crystals and there are over 10 crystal and rhinestone chandeliers. This isn't a family restaurant either. Feebs is an exclusive, on-the-list-only nightclub. The first level is a complete dance floor. The tile sparkles even before the girls and their jewelry hit the floor. Neon lights are blaring to the beat of the music the whole night. It's a rave every night. On the second floor, people can relax in a lounge type atmosphere.there are various couches, tables, and booths, where people can rest their feet. My employees are fortunate to wear the best uniform ever. The waitresses would wear dark pink or black strapless dresses with black heels. The men would wear black vests over dark pink shirts. There wouldn't be entrees swerved here. No, the only food available are heur d'ourves of different varieties. It's also a celebrity hot spot and if you're really lucky, you could see a cast member from Jersey Shore one night. Don't you want to come fist pump at Chateu le Feebs?

Pirates of the Caribbean

"All aboard mateys!" WTF? Did I just hear that correctly? Last time I checked, I was sleeping comfortably in my room and now I'm hearing pirates? There's only one explanation for this; what did I do last night? Oh well, whatever. I force my eyes open and sure enough I am sleeping on a cot inside a cabin. I jump out of bed and try to keep my balance because the floor is rocking under me to the rhythm of the sea. I climb up to the main deck and to my surprise, I come face to face with Johnny Depp!
"OMG Johnny Depp!” I practically scream at him.
"Johnny Depp? Sorry, mate, but I'm Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow and if you don't have any more questions of misguided identity, I have a ship to run, m'lady." He's even sexier walking away than talking to me.
Ok, so I somehow woke up in the Black Pearl from Pirates of Caribbean and Johnny Depp (I mean Captain Jack Sparrow) is the captain. I'm not complaining too much, except I'm hungry. I go back down to find the kitchen and all I see to eat is a barrel of half rotten apples, some bread, and lots of rum. I decide to stay away from that, since I might need it to make a fire signal. After I eat breakfast, I go up to the deck and hear a gruff voice shouting my name.
"What?!", I yell back annoyed.
"You think you're some princess, matey? Everyone here takes on a load," a stubby, fat old man shouted at me. "That means you too. Go up on the crow's nest and be on the lookout!"
"On the lookout for what?"
"For anything! Just go!" he yelled at me before sauntering away.
Fine! I am practically seething as I climb the ropes and fall into the crow's nest but the telescope-thing I find there makes things a little bit better. I feel as if I'm standing there forever listening to the interesting conversations occurring under me on deck. It's extremely cold and I can't see anything because the fog is too dense! I almost fall asleep when a figure zips past me and drops right into the nest. Oh my lanta (yes, it’s a Southern thing), it's Leonardo Dicaprio!
"Leo! I mean, Will! Will Turner!," I quickly remember and catch my mistake. If this was Pirates of the Caribbean, then I need to act like it.
"Miss Elizabeth," he said in that delicious accent. "What's a lady of your status doing all the way up here?"
Huh? Elizabeth? Oh, I think I'm Elizabeth Swan. Well, ok. "Well, Mr. Turner," I say in my best English accent, "A lady of my status belongs all the way on the top looking down at people. Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Turner?"
"I couldn't agree more, Miss Swan. In fact I don't think a lowly sword maker like me should even be in the presence of a governor's daughter," Will said slyly, his eyes sparkling.
"Well, I'll let you slide just this one time because I need the company." I step back and look at him more closely. "Mr. Turner, I'm bitterly cold."
Will raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Now we can't have a lady like you getting sick no can we?" My heart skipped a beat as Will leaned closer to my face and just when our lips are close enough to touch, "FEHBE!! GET UP! YOU'RE LATE FOR SCHOOL!"
A dream. It was all a dream. I knew it was too good to be true.

I woke up today and saw a dinosaur in my room.

His name was Vinny. I asked him if that was short for Vincent or Vincenzo. It turns out his name was Vincezno and he was Italian. I woke up this morning and saw an Italian dinosaur in my room. What would you do if you had a guido dinosaur in your room? Well, I did the only thing I could think of; I asked him if he wanted to eat breakfast. Things turned out better than I expected because he knew how to cook, which i guess shouldn't have been too surprising since he was Italian. There's nothing better than eating eggs with a guido dinosaur. After breakfast, I asked my guest what his plans for the day were and unsurprisingly he said GTL. Well, I could use a tan and a good workout never harmed anyone, so I joined him today. I should've known a dinosaur could last in the gym for 4 hours without hardly breaking a sweat while I died, came back to life, and died again. But I guess if I want to have abs like Vinny, I shouldn't complain (or maybe those are his scales?). Afterwards, we went down to the beach to work on our tans. If I thought I couldn't get a tan, Vinny embarks on an impossible mission every beach trip. His scales get browned, but they fall of anyway! After an unsuccessful tanning expedition, my guido dino and I go eat at In N' Out. you'd think no one's ever seen a dinosaur the way the people kept starring at him. Iwas embarrassed for my human race! Or maybe they were staring at the fact that Vinny ate 4 4x4s and 3 orders of animal fries! I mean, I know Italians like to eat, but still! We went home after we ate because I was extremely tired after our gym session. Vinny was revved up to go partying but I was forced to sit this one out. He promised he'd be there when i woke up. Well, I'm awake now, but Vinny's not here...nor is there a sign that he ever was. Did i dream it all? Or was it just a typical guy? Who knows..

Cooking for Family

If I had to cook for my family, I would make something small because I know they wouldn't eat it. I can't blame them, though, since I don't know how to cook. I can't even make a grilled cheese, and no that is not an exageration. If I was forced to cook, though, I'd make a chocolate cake because I love chocolate. When I was younger, I used to love to bake and my mom even bought me my own Easy-Bake Oven so that I could bake anytime I wanted. Cute, right? Well, somehow I outgrew that phase quite quickly and now I hardly set foot in the kitchen. Yet, I still remember how much fun I had baking with my mom. After she'd mix all the ingredients she would let me lick the spoon and bowl, which always caused me to have a stomach later. I'd tentatively watch as she would carefully place the dish in the hot oven and then dutifully stand guard on front of the clock until it was time to take it out. The kitchen would soon smell like whatever it was that we were baking; the sweet intoxicating smell of chocolate, the bittersweet aroma of strawberry, or the mellow scent of lemon. The air smelled good enough to eat! When the timer finally dinged, I'd practically salivate as my mom placed the dessert on the counter for it to cool. She always made sure I received the first taste and if my judgement was any less than perfect, she'd hesitate to serve it to anyone else. Truthfully, this happened often because I don't like sweet food very much and I would almost always say "I don't like it." Go figure why she kept on asking me. But, back to my chocolate cake. since I'm baking it for my family, I'd have to do it alone. I'm not sure if the batter would would turn out as sweet as when i baked with my mom, but I'd try my best. I would throw all the ingredients in the bowl and beat them together, but I wouldn't lick the spoon or the bowl. Why should I? I'd try my very hardest not to get burned when I put it in the oven and I'd go into the living room to wait until it's done. I won't be too worried if it burns. I mean, I'm not going to eat it. I probably won't notice when the house is warm with the sweet aroma emanating from the oven because my mind won't even be on that. When I hear the timer ring, I'd get up, take it out, and leave it on the counter. if anyone wants to eat it, they're more than welcome. As for me, I did what i had to do; I cooked and that's that.

When I was Brave

For most people, brave moments include courageous acts of killing a spider, standing up to a bully, or facing the simple fear of the dark. However, for me, I had to sum up tremendous amounts of courage to face myself, my lies, my past, and my life. For years I repressed certain events and feelings that had tremendous impacts on me. Instead, I fooled myself into believing my life was exceptionally perfect. I refused to even think that my life was any different or any less than perfect. If I ever began to doubt myself, I instantly found a way to distract myself from whatever was bothering me. I was too scared of what was lurking in the darkest corners of my mind. Recently, however, I forced myself to face my fear of myself. I let out every lie I had told myself and the world and accepted that I'm not perfect. Yes, perhaps I did get scared and tried to run away again, but the point is, I was brave. I did face my fears and did what I once thought was impossible. I am by no means saying I'm Wonder Woman, but I got past too many things to refuse being proud of myself. I looked down that dark alley and I finally got the courage to walk through it. When you go down a path like that, it's hard to go back to how things used to be. I wouldn't want to anyway, given the choice, because then my act of courage would've been obsolete and a waste of my time.

If I had a Hundred Dollars

If I had a hundred dollars, I would look for someone who's worthy enough to receive it from me. I would judge what kind of person or charity should receive it depending on how they act or what they supported. My final verdict would be the difference between who has an extra $100 to spare or save. But then again, who am I to decide who deserves what? As awesome as I am, I was not graced with that privilege. So here's what I'll do. I'll change the hundred dollars into 100 one dollar bills. Then I'll give them to 100 people who think they're not worthy to receive a dollar. I'll instruct them that they can do what they wish with the dollar. What can you do with a dollar? You can save it, spend it, lose it, or play with it. But my hope is that they will pass on that dollar to another person to brighten p their day and make them believe that if they're good enough to receive a dollar from a stranger, then they deserve bigger and greater things as well. Then those people will pass them on to another person, and another, and another, etc. Thus, if I had a hundred dollars, I could make 100 people realize their potential, who in turn will make 100 more people realize that, and soon, everyone will realize they're worth more than a dollar. If I only had a hundred dollars..

Do You Remember....?

Do you remember how things used to be? When you actually looked forward to waking up every morning. Remember when your laugh was carefree and your smile was genuine? There was no pretending and your happiness was real. Do you remember how easy life was? School was a fun place where you could hang out with your friends and there was no playground drama besides who took the jump ropes. No one decision defined the rest of your life. Do you remember how you used to think? You thought the world was in the palm of your hands and you were going to become the President. The future was too far away to even care and your dreams could come true. Do you remember when the only love you needed was from your parents? Do you remember how things used to be? Well, I don't. Do you?

There was something about the way he....

There was something about the way he...looked at me. There was so much intensity in those grey eyes, eyes the color of a promising storm and that hinted at his well-controlled emotions. I am not one to trust easily, yet there was something in those eyes that looked upon me with an unusual protective quality that reassured me I could trust him. I was not wrong. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul; his eyes were of someone that has soon too much. Thus I saw a hard, noble, protective, and strong heart. Again, I was not wrong. But what truly baffled me was that there was also compassion and understanding etched deep inside him. Never would I have imagined such qualities in a boy with eyes like that.

When I wake up.....

I wish I could have woken up in a different place. I wish I could have woken up to bright pink walls with pure white lining. I would jump out of bed and rush to the bathroom to get ready for my day. I would look forward to walking out of my room to to the rest of my penthouse on New York's Upper East Side. The thought of knowing I live by my own rules with no one breathing down my neck would make my morning spoon of Nutella even sweeter. As I sit down on an island stool to eat my cereal, I scan the living room, it's red walls making a fitting background for the black and white furnishings. I would turn on the 22' inch plasma but the news are not my top priority this morning. I throw my empty owl in the sink and give myself one last full body look over before I step out the door to the crisp New York air. I throw a quick good-bye to the doorman as my high-heeled boots click away toward school. Am I looking forward to school? Nope. I am more so looking forward to seeing my friends, comparing outfits, and planning our afternoon adventure on SoHo. Then after that long, tiring day, I take a taxi back to my penthouse, watch some Jersey Shore, and settle back in bed to get read to do it all over again tomorrow.