Steve Irwin- My Hero

Lets talk about..... Steve Irwin. Some of you might know who I'm talking about, Others you might not. Steve Irwin was the Crocodile Hunter. The gut that saved, Rescued and grew up with Crocodiles. He was also my Hero. I would wake up early in the morning every Monday just to see a new episode. I watch everything. From the time he married his wife Terri Irwin to his tragic death. I once knew a girl who was his niece. And she showed me pictures of her with Terri and Bindi and Bob. Steve Irwin inspired me to love and care for animals. My biggest dream was to one day meet him. He suddenly died on September 4, 2006. I remember because i remember waking up to my dad telling me that he had died. And me running into the living room, Seeing it on the News. It crushed my heart to see him die. He left behind his zoo, his daughter Bindi, his son Robert, and his wife Terri. Irwin was killed by a stingray that had pierced him in the chest. This made me not like stingrays for a while. But then i realized, the stingray that Steve had swam over was just doing that in deffence. And Steve woul'nt have wanted people to not like stingrays. Steve Irwin was a great man. My hero. Steve Irwin 1962-2006. R.I.P.

Music is Music

Everybody has there favorite music. Pop, Hip-Hop, Rap, Jazz, Country, Scream-o, Rock and Roll, Techno, And many more. Sometimes i think to myself, What would life be like if there was no music? The world would be very very very quiet. There would never be Kiss, Tina Turner, Bon Jovi, Kelly Clarckson, Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana, Kanye West. Nobody like that. There would be no American Idol, No music Studios. Nothing. Life would be weird. Don't you think? I mean you wouldn't have a favorite song or a song stuck in your head or even a radio. No ipods, No Mp3 players, No walk-men, No CD players. I thank the people that made music. And the people that made 104.7. Under comments, I want you to put your favorite song, artist and the song you could never get out of your head.

She's my Bestfriend.. Laverne

My best friend and me have non each other since the 1st grade. The way i met her is that we had 4 little tables in the classroom. I sat and table number 2 and she sat at table number 4. She would always give me a funny look like she didn't like me or something. But at lunch she would sit next to each other and talk. We would usually talk about which milk is better, Chocolate or White. Pretty soon we were friends. Going to each others house and having sleep overs. Then we became best friends. Inviting each other over because we didn't want to be bored, Invited each other to each others houses. Now we don't really hangout anymore. I mean we do when were playing volleyball or softball. Other than that, no. At school, It's like we dont even know each other. We'll say hi to each other in the hall ways and hi at lunch but we hangout with different people. She hangsout with the preps and the emos and i hangout with the wanna be gangsters and wangsters. We have the same style in clothes, hair, bands, singers, t.v shows, movies, music. We even go with each other to her brothers band concerts because there so boring. But when were there, We raerly talk. I have a cell phone. And she doesn't. She has more gal friends then me and i have more guy friends. Were two totally different people at school. But when its just the two of us, Were wild and crazy and weird. Sometimes we say if our friends saw us right now they would think weird-o's and probally ignore us the next day at school. But even if that does really happen, We'll still be friends forver.

Hallie is my Sister

Today i cried. Usually i don't cry very much. I cried to day because i found out that my sister, Hallie, Is pregnant. This is a big thing in my family. And it seems everybody else in my family knows how to deal with it, But for some odd reason, I don't. I cried. They didn't. I freaked out. They didn't. I'm only a couple years younger then her and I'm not ready to be an aunt. I have always pictured myself being an aunt.At the age of 25 or 30. I'm still a young girl. Not even old enough to date. Let alone be an aunt. We live in Oregon but she live in Oklahoma. She lives with her real mom and i live with my real mom. All together there are 4 girls and 1 boy. I met her in 2005 for the first time in my whole life. We don't look alike. We don't act alike. But we share the same last name. Haille lives almost 2,000 miles away from where i live. We don't talk. We don't text. We don't call each other. But we do think about each other. And know i think about her a lot.

..Miki and Me..

My friend Miki is probably the best Photographer iv'e ever meet. Ive modeled in her pictures for awhile. Someday i want to become a model. But there's a lot of Drama in modeling. Like people think that you have to be this skinny little brat with a perfect complexion. I'm not skinny. I'm not perfect. I don't have a clear complexion. I'm just me. I mean there's nothing wrong with being skinny and having a clear complexion. But Girls like me want to be perfect. Want to have a clear complexion. Want to be skinny. There's is NOTHING wrong with being yourself. I may look beautiful in this picture, But under all that make-up and straightened hair, I'm just a teenager that loves to have fun. You don't have to be perfect when your a teenager. Teenagers all over my town, The state i live in, The country i live in, The world we all live in think that they have to be perfect. But then again, What is perfect? Is it being skinny? Is it having a perfect complexion? Fitting in at School? No its none of those. Perfect is what you are. Who you decided to be, What you wanna be when you grow up. I'm not perfect. And i know that. I know what i wanna be when i grow up. I wanna be a model. But while I'm still young I'm gonna just be me. And i think that's what everybody should do when there young. Don't hold back your dreams. Go for it! And have fun with it. Whether its Modeling, Football coach, A teacher, Photographer, Car sales man or even a plumber, Make the best of it.