My Icon

I've been playing around with a new photo editor that we got, and i made this Icon. Its not very good, seeing as its my first and i have more to learn, but i thought i'd post it here for fun.... Whad'ya think? =P

The Princess and the Pea

Here is a poem i have made from the story of The Princess and the Pea


There once was a Prince, so noble and kind
Who searched the world over to find his bride
He looked for a princess (of which there was a great deal)
But he searched for one who was special and real.

Though he searched for quite a while,
And the princesses he met were very sublime,
He soon returned home with a broken heart,
For he had not found what he had sought.

One night as the prince slept soundly in bed,
A terrible storm brewed overhead.
And as the storm fiercely roared,
A gentle knock was heard on the door.

The wise old king rose to see who was there,
But what he saw at the door caused him to stare.
There standing in the doorway was a princess,
Who, because the wind and the rain, was a mess.

Water fell from her hair and her clothes,
All the way down from her head to her toes.
She claimed to truly be a real princess,
Even though she did not look authentic.

So the Queen decided to test this claim,
And under the princesses mattress she laid,
A small green pea, the size of a bead,
On top she laid many mattresses, numbering twenty.

On top of the mattresses also she laid,
Twenty eider-down beds, that were homemade.
On this the princess slept all night,
And when she arose she seemed very up tight.

When it was inquired of her how she had slept,
She replied with a sigh, “Not well I regret,
Heaven only knows what was in my bed
Because of it I am bruised quite a bit.

Now the Queen knew that she was a real princess
Because no one but a real princess could be that sensitive.
So the Prince and the Princess fell madly in love,And the Prince’s search was now over and done.

The Titanic

Here is a story that I am in the process of writing, for my composition class:


Tuesday, 9 April 1912
The South Western Hotel
Southampton, England

Dear Diary,
I feel rather a fool for writing down my thoughts, but seeing as my beloved brother Charles gave this diary to me, I am content to feel a fool. He gave me this as a parting gift,
for tomorrow I will be leaving England on the great R.M.S. Titanic, and I’ll be on my way to America, to live with my Aunt Caroline.
I suppose I might state a little bit about myself. My name is Adelaide Gibson, I am thirteen years old, and I am an orphan. My brother is sending me to America, because as he says, I will have a chance to live a better life, and maybe even attend school, for Aunt Caroline happens to be quite wealthy. I have never been to school, nor do I wish to, but Charles has a very persuasive way of saying things, so I have consented, even though I know I will miss him terribly.
You might be wondering how I am able to afford this trip, on such a marvelous ship on her maiden voyage. I am traveling with a lady, Mrs. Douglas, as her companion, all expenses paid, because her husband did not wish her to travel alone. My First impression of Mrs. Douglas was not a pleasant one, for she called me Adie instead of my full name Adelaide, and I detest nicknames, but I have decided that I will be pleasant with her, for it would be a long and gruesome trip if we despised each other.
I have discovered that money is no object to the Douglas’. The hotel we are staying at before our departure is the grandest thing I have ever beheld. I am staying in my own room, which has a bathroom almost the size of the orphanage that I used to live at. The bathtub was simply divine; I have had two long and luxurious baths just because it was there. So many times I have been weeks without a bath since my mother and father died…
There is Mrs. Douglas knocking at my door now, it’s time for dinner.

Later

When I opened my door to leave with Mrs. Douglas to dine at the restaurant, I saw in her hand the most beautiful, extravagant dresses I had ever seen. “ I can’t have you looking like a beggar in those rags you call clothes” and with that she handed me the dresses and told me to come knock on her door when I found myself presentable. I slipped on a creamy yellow colored dress that seemed to have the least amount of lace, but when I tried on the white slippers she had also handed me, my feet constantly slid around because of the silk fabric. I took the beautiful little slippers off and put back on my rugged old boots. They definitely weren’t quite as delicate as the slippers but at least my feet did not slip around, and the dress was long enough so that they were not visible.
I am simply stuffed from the meal that we had. I had never seen such a variety of foods. I am sure that Mrs. Douglas was quite appalled at how downed so much food, and even now I regret it, but I simply could not contain myself.
As I sit here in my hotel room writing, I am gazing out of the window at a breath taking view of the ocean. And As I look I can see the R.M.S. Titanic. I find it quite puzzling how something so massive could float, but there it was, shining in all its glory floating on the calm sparkling waters, waiting to float away on its maiden voyage. I have never been on a boat, and am very excited, but I also am very nervous about seasickness. I do hope so much that I will not be affected much with this illness, for Mrs. Douglas says that the R.M.S. Titanic has three times the splendor of this hotel, which I have difficulty believing so, but if it is true I do not want to be confined to my quarters the whole trip.
I suppose I better get some rest, so that I will be able to rise early and get ready
for our departure.

Compositon Project

I am taking an online composition class and one of our assignmets was to write a story in a certain time period, we had 45 minutes, with a prompt that the teacher gave us. Our prompt was: You're sleeping and you wake up because of a loud noise, you go to your window and see a UFO. Write what happens next. Here's what i wrote....


I crept slowly upstairs, wincing after every little sound I heard,
“I need to stop watching those Sci-Fi movies," I thought to myself,
“They creep me out too much.” As I came to my door I hesitated
turning the doorknob, for fear of not knowing what was behind it.
The door creaked as I carefully opened it and peered inside. It
seemed clear enough, but I wasn’t going to take any chances. I
sprinted toward my bed, and hurriedly wrapped myself in my large
warm quilt, not even taking the time to change into my pajamas. I
soon fell into a worried dream-filled sleep.
Deep into the night I was startled awake by a strange noise. I
squinted through the peephole I had created for myself through the
blanket, and saw a strange green light coming through my window. I
rose out of my bed and crept toward the window, carefully keeping
my quilt wrapped tightly around me. As I came to the window the
light rapidly started changing colors. “Am I seeing what I think I’m
seeing?” I thought as I gazed at a silver object, with a saucer like
shape, descending toward me.
Suddenly a fantastically bright light blinded me. My window flew
open and a strong gust of wind knocked me over. As I looked into
the light I could see a form coming towards me. By the shadow I
could tell that is was no human form; it seemed to have at least three
heads. It came closer to me and by now I could see it’s skin, it’s blue,
scaly, slimy, skin. I was terrified, and yet a little excited to be seeing
an actual alien. Now it was hovering over me, I hid myself
underneath my quilt, expecting any second to be abducted or blown
into pieces. When I had waited there for a few minutes and nothing
had happened I gazed out my blanket. I was lying in my bed, I
rushed toward my window, and all I could see was the street below.
“It must have just been a dream, or was it? I suppose I will never
know”, I mused, as I headed back to my bed.

LifeHouse Skit

You have to watch this video! tHe first time i watched it i cried and everytime i watch it i get chills! It's an awesome video!

Funny Comic

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Witnessing

Man... I havent posted on here in a while! I'm always thinking that i need to, but i never know what to say!

Well i just thought I'd share this funny video about witnessing>>



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Happy Mother's Day!

Hey, Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there! Especially mine! Happy Mothers Day mom! I love you!

First Post!

Hi my name is Samantha, I recently moved here to blogger.com.....i cant think of any thing else to say right now lol.....I will post again soon! : )