Saturday, March 24, 2012

My dangerous trip into my mind-hole, DOCUMENTED.

      A few days ago, i was lying on my bed. Just...laying.  You know how it is, when you just DO NOT MOVE. You do not WANT to move, therefore you DO NOT move. I didn't even do anything productive, like ponder the meaning of life or do mental math.
     I just laid.
     But in that time, my mind drifted. Now, I don't know about you, but when my mind begins doing this, insanity is about to unfold. Because, dear children, the dark recesses of OTHER people's minds equals the ENTIRETY of MY mind. And if you were to venture into uncharted territories, things get weeeiiirrrddddd.
     Anyways, so there I was, laying there, completely still, the pair of penguins who are in charge of my Memories (who happen to wear sweaters because it gets chilly in mah brain cavity) busily shuffling through my old events. My soul disembodied itself from my body, and, dressed like Tom Sawyer and carrying a polka dot hobo satchel, Little Soul Me took the long, perilous journey from my heart up the Ribcage and to the brain. This is no easy task! There were monsters at every turn, hanging to the back alleys of my nerves and attacking viciously. BUT I MADE IT.  So I went down the dim hallway of the center of my brain, hearing the constant sound of a printer and fax machine, until i came to a sign that said "THE LONG FORGOTTEN MEMORIES OF A CERTAIN GIRL". The penguins greeted me warmly.
     It was a under-whelming sight. The filing department is horrible at it's job, I must say,  the drawers of which the documents are kept are covered with cobwebs and the metal isn't well-oiled. And the carpet is so worn you can see the brain showing underneath. But nevertheless, the  be-sweatered penguins diligently shuffle the papers.
    *shuffle shuffle shuffle shuffle shuffle shuffle shuffle shuffle shuffle *
     *shuffle shuffle shuffle shuffle shuffle shuffle*
     *shuffle shuffle shuffle shuffle*
     *shuffle shuffle *
      *....tentative shuffle*
       *SUDDEN GASP*

and that, is the story of how i remembered my Uncle Mark breaking a $200 dollar vase in Florida and telling two year old me to neveer speak of it ever again. Until now.

Are they not the most stylish memory-keepers ever? Yes, yes they are.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

40 Top Greatest Movies of All Time (says ME)

(In no order)

1) Medicine Man
2) Princess Bride
3) Sabrina
4) Casablanca
5) Harvey
6) It Happened One Night
7) Darby O'Gill and the Little People
8) Dragonheart
9) All clasic disney movies:
  a: Lion King
  b: Aladdin
  c: Aristocats
  d: Tarzan
  e: Mulan
  f: Pocahontas
  g: Cinderella
  h: Sleeping Beauty
  i: Beauty and the beast
  j: Bambi
  k: Sword and the Stone
  l: Alice in Wonderland
  m: Lady and the Tramp
10) The African Queen
11) Lord of the Rings series
12) Rear Window
13) Forrest Gump
14) Young Frankenstien
15) My Fair Lady
16) To Kill a Mockingbird
17) Bringing Up Baby
18) Arsenic and Old Lace
19) Nation Lampoon's Vacation
20) National Lampoon's Animal House
21) Sleepless in Seattle
22) Money Pit
23) The 'Burbs
24) It's Kind of a Funny Story ;)
25) 27 Dresses
26) Bride Wars
27) Bridget Jones' Diary
28) Sweet Home Alabama
29) 13 Going on 30
30) Dirty Dancing
31) Highlander
32) Sleepy Hollow
33) Rango
34) the Mirror has Two Faces
35) Legally Blonde
36) Ghost
37) Overboard
38) Steel Magnolias
39) Where the Heart is
40) Secret Life of bees

And you can take that list to the the bank, because i guarantee that it's much better than the list made by the American Film Institute. I mean, they put Doctor Zhivago on there -_-

Tuesday, March 6, 2012


As much as I would like to say with complete and utter honesty that i have absolutely no secrets, that just isn't true. As much as i would like to say that i dont have some little skeletons in my colorful closet, that isn't true either. The truth is, i have secrets. Lots and lots of secrets.
Lots. and Lots.
- I secretly like Selena Gomez. Quite a lot. Even though she is dating the ugliest man alive.
- I watch Family Guy then feel depressed afterwards.
- I cant look at blood or any wounds of any kind.
- I secretly pretend my lungs are happily married and living contentedly in my rib-house.
- I dont drink nearly as much water as i brag i do.
- My favorite animal is not a narwhal; it's either the Pine Martin or the Loch Ness Monster.
- I'm so tired of hearing about Chuck Norris, Twilight, the Hunger Games, or Harry Potter.
- When i was little, i proposed to Frodo Baggins via snail mail. I never got a reply.
- I don't like American Cheese.
- I'm more of a cat person, but don't tell my dogs!
- The only things i think about all the time are my dogs and cats.
- I think cowbells are hilarious.
- I read everything in a scottish accent in my head. Everything.
- One time i obsessed over a cut on my hand so much that my mom ordered me on 'lockdown' and i had to wear oven mitts at all times so i wouldn't stress, and i wasn't allowed to do anything with it; only mom, because apparently i went 'overboard'.
- If they are male, i automatically dislike them.
- I hate teen books.
- I have a serious (SERIOUS) problem about reading the ends of books. It cannot be stopped.
- I like my curly hair. A lot.
- My secrets aren't that scandalous.
- I thought they were until about two minutes ago.
- My appendix is my favorite organ.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Stardust in Her Hair, the World Falls to Her Feet

I love the stars. I mean, i HATE the dark, but the stars are a very different matter (hehe, get it? 'Matter'? Anyone?). Turns out, I'm not the only one. People have been expressing their love of stars way before me, in the form of poems, studying of astronomy, novels, etc. So i thought i would share with you some of my favorite poems and quotes about the stars!!

Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet,
When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
We are working to completion, working on from then to now.

Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete,
Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet,
And remember men will scorn it, 'tis original and true,
And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.

But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn,
You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn,
What for us are all distractions of men's fellowship and smiles;
What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles!

You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,
But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant's fate.
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. ~
Sarah Williams, "the Old Astronomer to His Pupil".

   ". . . And when I shall die, cut him up into little stars, and he shall make the face of heaven so fine that everyone will fall in love with the night and pay no worship to the garish sun." ~ Juliet Capulet, "Romeo and Juliet".

  "The stars are suspended on strings that are pulled up by the sun, and let free by night's captivating void." ~ Babylonian Mythology.

"What are stars? The stars are craftly-cut holes in the otherwide flawless black velvet drapes. Or perhaps they are simply frozen fireworks, paused forever in brilliance, so far, far above. Or maybe, just maybe, they are beautiful ladies in a constantly still masquerade, observing the play enfolding below them. But that begs the bigger question: If when you stare at the stars, do the beautiful stars gaze back?" ~ Unknown.

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Saturday, March 3, 2012

DIY Dream Jars

Everyone needs a Jar of Dreams (except boys. boys are not allowed.), but as far as i'm concerned, the only way to have one is if it was made by you. I'm not saying that you should go out and learn how to make paper and blow glass, but still! I have crafted the perfect dream jar and am oh-so gracious to share if with you!

Things you need: a mason jar, pieces of paper (in colorful, well, colors!), clear tape, twine, scissors, pen.

step 1. cut up the stationary into sizes around as big as Post-its.
step 2. write your dreams onto the slips of paper :p
step 3. roll up the slip of paper and keep it closed with a bit of clear tape.
step 4. tie the twine around it for a cutesy finish!
step 5. drop it into the jar..
step 6. do as many as you want until all your dreams are safe and sound in their new home!

love, not athena!

How to look like an Aristocat (or a French woman)

I don't know about you, but i love Disney movies. Yeah, YOU know the ones i'm talking about. The classics, from Snow White to Sleeping Beauty, 101 Dalmations to Artistocats. Oh, and speaking about Aristocats (If you haven't seen the movie, then i give my sympathy; it has French kitties, need i say more?!?), this is a tutorial on just that! But first, a little note: Hands-down, this is one of my favorite movies of all time, because ev'rybody wants to be a cat! If I was a cat, and i'll be honest here, i would be totally crushing on Thomas O'Malley (but i'm not now, since i'm a human and that would be creepy...yeaaahhh...not in live with a cat here, nothing to see...*whistles*). And i know im not the only one that wants a piece of crème de la crème à la Edgar, because lets be honest, that mouse totally sold us. Anywho, it's hard to go around wearing cat face paint to express your love of  Marie, Berlioz, Toulouse, Duchess, or Thomas O'Malley, so i had to try my best here. Really, it's just a bow-making tutorial, but for those of us who love the Aristocats, we can recognize each other with glee by the oversized, classy, Marie-inspired bow of FRENCH KITTY-CAT AWESOMENESS.

Things you need: Felt in your favorite color, glue that works on felt (hot glue, super glue, or Tacky glue!, or needle and thread (although i learned the hard way that glue is much easier...) and...thats about it!

And voila, you should end up with something like this (pardon, the bows i used were of differing colors :D)

There you are my lovelies! Now, you can go the more subtle route and wear it on your clothes, or you can go full-on feline and wear is like moi will. or more specifically, this chick, because i'm too hideous this morning:

goodbye everyone!!!!
Not Athena