Because You Haven't Heard Enough About The Hunger Games

Five days from now, I'll be sitting in a theater, waiting for the most anticipated movie of the year to come on the screen in front of me. And I'm not the only one.

I'll be giddy and antsy, just waiting for Peeta's face-- I mean, uh, the faces of all the cast of The Hunger Games to appear before my eyes. 

My first midnight premier. A marvelous book series. Tickets already in hand. The Hunger Games.

I've been so excited that I made a countdown. :)

Are you going to the movie? Dressing up?

Also, for those of you who haven't read these ( I know there has been a major shortage and a 27  year wait in every library across the country ) do you have a favorite book series? Has it been made into a movie yet?


Well, have a lovely weekend, and happy Hunger Games!

xo,

Lou

books are my escape

Books are my escape from reality. I can delve right into one, and suddenly I'm in this whole other world. When I'm reading my mind forgets all of my truth and instantly, I am transfixed on the main character. I am now living through this character and my reality is forgotten. This makes me glad because sometimes you need a break from your life and it's reassuring that you can slip away into another world by just flipping open a page and reading.

xo, Hayley

the raven and the writing desk

"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" "Have you guessed the riddle yet?" the Hatter said, turning to Alice again. "No, I give it up," Alice replied. "What's the answer?" "I haven't the slightest idea," said the Hatter. 

i like writing. i like having my thoughts spilled onto paper with black ink or charcoal pencil lead. i like making up people and magical lands where you can fly and the sea is a mass of lime jello.

writing has always been a big part of my life. i remember the first story i ever wrote {and the only story i've finished} was called The China Tea Set. four chapters long, four pages long, with an incomplete beginning and an incomplete ending. but i liked that book, because it was the first time that i expressed something i was passionate about. i expressed my thoughts.

sometimes it's not easy executing an idea onto paper. sometimes i have to walk away and do something else. clear my head. light my cupcake candle. daydream about peter/peeta/loki {had to}. but sometimes, it just all comes together. those inner sentences that may or may not make sense to the rest of the world, that's writing! that's me.

the question's been in my mind forever. have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk? i don't know. it doesn't make sense. but writing doesn't always have to make sense. writing can be jumbled thoughts; abstract. you style it the way you want.

do you like writing? what sort of things do you like to write about?

xoxo, 

jocee
{pea ess: the answer to why a raven is like a writing desk from lewis carroll himself: “Because it can produce a few notes, tho they are very flat; and it is nevar put with the wrong end in front!”}

when we go to the park

yesterday we (zoe, mia, kayla, mom, and myself) went to the park. we were only there for an hour or two, but we had so much fun. our younger sisters really wanted to play some volleyball so while they did that, zoe and i decided headed out towards the river.









shortly after we finally got to the river, our sisters got tired of volleyball and walked over to the river and joined us.

zoe and i really wanted to take a picture of us blowing dandelions, so we looked all over the park for some and these two were the only ones we could find. sadly, though, the picture we had in mind kinda turned into an epic fail once we actually tried it...

i love going to the park, especially with friends <3 xoxo,gracie

birds in trees

When I first took this picture, I knew I wanted to add some kind of quote.  I came across this one on pinterest and instantly fell in love.

In which home schoolers take a trip and live to tell the tale.

pictured: Jonathan, Jordan, Becca (teacher), Melissa, Whitney, Me, Marissa. Not pictured: the moms Pattie + Maddie Anne, younger siblings Meredith + Mallory, and becca's boyfriend Chris. [PICTURE BY MY MOTHER]

chris, (becca, whitney,) mallory, meredith.

Our homeschool-history class (+ a few others) took a field trip today. It was full of lots of things:
• Stifling laughs as the tour guide says "you're probably married, aren't you?" to the teacher's boyfriend.
• "Whoa. The babies were lucky! Their carriages were as fancy as cars." -Chris
• "You just don't want to look at it because you don't like the font." -Melissa, to me.
• "Oh look. We're segregated." -Melissa
• Writing character profiles on the way up.
• Forgetting my memory card and being happy Marissa brought hers.
• Impromptu Dairy Queen stops afterward.

I guess homeschoolers can survive outside of their basements.
xo. megan kristine