The Movie

I went to see the movie The Lovely Bones. I have not been able to read the book yet. The book is written by Alice Sebold. Now that I have watched this movie I definitely want to read this book. I think that this movie was confusing at times but after a little while I understood it. I watched the movie with people who had read the book already and they kept commenting and making faces when certain scene's came up. I am very excited that I get to read the book. In the beginning, it shows how the thirteen year old girl lived and then it never really shows exactly how she dies. Not being able to know how she died made my mind run sooooo much. During the movie it showed every girl that he killed. The youngest girl that this man killed was six. How could he kill a innocent six year old girl? The main portion of the girls that this man killed were thirteen years old. This man started killing and the more he killed the less amount of time he waited to kill the next girl. The man planned different ways to kill them, the ones that I can remember where mainly like little houses. He was somebody that the girl knew, saw often, in her neighborhood. The girl had a life, had a date later that week. She had a sister and a family. There were so many parts of this movie that were so sad and made me cry. At the end of the movie the killer dies and it made me laugh so hard, he died in pain. His pain did not last long but he got what he deserved. He was trying to pick another girl and I think he wanted to kill her too, she was older then thirteen but still. I am glad. Everybody has their own opinion and that is mine. Very well done movie.

January Meeting

The January Chick Lit meeting I think went very well. We discussed The Room on Lorelei Street by Mary E. Pearson. Some of the people in our group have already read the book before we got the book. Many of the people in our group enjoyed the book, some people thought that Zoe made some..... interesting choices. I thought that the book was very good; I enjoyed reading this book so much. I had to put the book down many times while I was reading because there are so many parts in the book that were emotional and/or hard for me to read. On the other hand parts of the book I could not just understand; maybe it was just me but I could not catch onto some parts.
The meeting went very well. We had very addicting Golden Oreo's that I had to stop myself from eating all of them. Then we also had some other stuff for food and drink; I focused on the Golden Oreo's. We talked about the book. We had our questions on colorful large pennies with a piggy bank in the middle. I think that our meeting went very well.

Civil Rights Connection to "Hunger Games"

We are doing this project because of Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. We are supposed to be blogging about how the picture we picked relates to Hunger Games. I got my picture from Marching For Freedom by Elizabeth Partridge.
I think that this picture relates to the Hunger Games because in this picture the boys are being forced to work; forced to do something that they should not have to; forced to harvest food that they cannot eat. When I looked at this picture and thought of Hunger Games I thought of Rue and her district. Rue was from District 11. I know that more then just District 11 harvest different goods. The districts cannot use anything that they harvest. In this picture these boys are wearing prisoner suits; although in the districts they do not have prisoner suits and they are not chained but they might as well be. Each district has "Peacekeepers" (guards) and they have guns and whips. Around each district is an electrified fence and in some there are barbed wire on the top of the fences. The people in the districts are forced to do many things that they do not want to. They harvest for the Capitol, for the pleasure of the Capitol. The districts participate in the Hunger Games every year for the pleasure of the Capitol and so every year the districts can be reminded that if they uprise that nothing good will come out of it, and people will be killed again.

The Hook

Driving down these roads makes my mind crash. I must stop and dream. Wait, not dream. Nightmare. This town and many that surround haunt my dreams and days. All the people I know and love have been here. A grave a a true friend sits past where I go every single day. How do people live with the pain of a town where there are so many memories. Love and hate, happiness and sorrow, horrified and unassailable. I'm unsure how there can be so many feelings in such an area. So many things gone right; but so many things gone wrong. Almost every night I howl and bawl; waking up from night terrors in a damp bed of sweat.This is why I'm about 200 miles west. To change it all around. My life in ten years will be exhilarating and safe.


I can hear my children screaming, playing and laughing. I see mud and toys of many kind all over my house. I see my large house in a beautiful area. On the other hand I see mud everywhere in the summer, and trails in the winter. I see the outside of my gorgeous house being very manly. I image myself having a settled down family. I imagine myself having a steady job that pays a nice sum of money. This way I can support my family.

Me in 10 (Oh, the Places I'm Going)

In ten years I see myself in a nice house; not sure if it will be a large house or a small house, but a house. In my house I want it to be white with pink trim. In my house I will have my son Alex and hopefully another child. A husband, a husband too. In this house I want to have it sparkling clean every single day. I don't think it will be with a son and his friends. I hear screaming and yelling in my future. I see cuts, oil, mud, bruises and broken bones. I smell amazing foods, animals and vehicles. I hope I get to bring my son to games. I truly don't care what kind of game; weather it be chess, soccer, football anything that my son wants. I just want to cheer him on and be a great mom. I see myself being a great mom.

I am going to college for Business Management. I want to get all A's and B's. I will strive for those grades. I want to have my own business and be my own boss someday. Not maybe for twenty years but sometime, someday. Everyday when I wake up I want to take a shower and get Alex ready and make breakfast. I see myself driving a nice family vehicle. I see myself driving to a great job that I enjoy. That I truly want to go to. I see myself working at a business helping other people get things done. Helping serve them so their life can get better. Life can be hard sometimes for many people, and I would like to help that.

In ten years I see myself very settled down. I see myself happy and content with life. I sense that I will have self confidence. I smell happiness and love. This is where I see myself in ten years from now.