Day Six: What Musician Is Most Important To You.

 I don't find that the musician is very important to me, but their music is. This is a hard topic because I'm not into music the way some people are. I listen to music all the time, yes, but I'm not a "fan girl". I don't worship any one band. I listen to all types of music, except gospel. Gospel makes me want to book a plane ticket to New York, get in a taxi headed across the Brooklyn Bridge (that's in New York, right? I should know this.) and ask Mr. Taxi Man to stop when we've reached the half way point and jump. Just simply jump.
Now that I've expressed my feelings about gospel..
Music has never failed to make me feel better. Music is almost like watching a movie, or reading a book. It paints a picture in your mind that most people can't come up with on their own. Or maybe they can paint a certain picture, but music adds emotion to that picture. It adds feelings. If you're dreaming about shaking your tail feathers at a club in the early morning hours, without music it's really hard to picture it, and/or feel it. With music you could find yourself getting so into that dream that you find yourself twerking in the kitchen with your mom watching. (2 Reasons by Trey Songz : Listen responsibly.)
Or you could be like me and picture funerals. Just the thought probably wouldn't make you sad, but you add a sad song and you'll be bawling your eyes out by the time the chorus is over. Oh, and don't judge me for daydreaming about people dying. I'm a complicated person OKAY.
Music has gotten me through some of the hardest times in my life. I would hate to see where I would be without music. Some people have friends to get them through rough patches. I don't have friends, I have music. A few songs that have kept me from putting a bullet in my head are:

Little House by Amanda Seyfried
Boston by Augustana
Skinny Love by Birdy
Sing For Me by Christina Aguilera
Breath Of Life by Florence + The Machine
Coming Home by Gwyneth Paltrove
Back In Black by AC/DC
Always Be My Baby by Mariah Carey
Electric Feel by MGMT
Teenagers by My Chemical Romance
Write Your Name by Yelawolf
Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana
Smoking In The Boys Room by Motley Crue
And ANYTHING by Usher. He's my man.

Day Five: 5 Places You Want To Visit

"Travel is the only thing you buy that makes you richer."

How very true that quote is.

 #1. Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall.

#2. Ground Zero, NY.

#3. Italy.

#4. San Fransisco. 

#5.Vegas, Baby.

Day Four: Your Favorite Book.

In my sixteen years of age, I have read hundreds of books (I am not exaggerating). I've read plenty of well written books, poorly written books, exciting books, Eh-it-was-OK books,and heart-wrenching books. There have been few books where I've found myself sitting up in my fluffy, over sized bed clutching a book to my chest with tears streaming down my cheeks. In my opinion, those kinds of books are the best books to experience in life because they change your life. You will always look back on the times when you couldn't sleep because you were too interested in the characters. You will always remember the book that you LITERALLY couldn't put down on your bedside table because you HAD to read just ONE MORE page. I remember this book like I read it yesterday, even though I read it almost a year ago. I remember it because I opened the cover of the book on a bleak and rainy spring day, thinking (based on the cover-yes, I know. I did that. Shame on me. Serious shame.) that this one would just be another man-meets-woman-and-suddenly-they-fall-in-love romance novel that I would forget all details (or lack thereof) not even two weeks after finishing it. Not the case, not in the least. I had never read any of Charles Martin's novels, honestly I had never heard of him. I only picked up the book from the library because I was in the mood for a fluffy romance that made you wish you actually had a boyfriend. I was pleasantly surprised by how beautifully written this specific novel was, how deep it was, by how it succeeded in bringing tears to my eyes and by changing my life. Because that's what it did. Unwritten changed my life, if only for a moment. I would recommend this book to anyone.  

Day Three: Explain Your Day In Detail

Someone left the stupid dog outside in the cold and she was barking right outside my window. I wasn't awake, but the barking was hurting my head so that throbbing pain woke me up at 8:30. I stood up, banged on the window and told her to shut up. I laid back down and I fell back to sleep, irritated. Ten minutes later she started barking again. So I got up and brought her inside. She ran from the living room to the kitchen like a psycho. Over. and over again. I tried to get her to stop, but she didn't obey me. I gave up and went back upstairs. To my cold room, i might add. My bedroom has no heat. I went back to sleep for another 30 minutes, woke up and laid there for another 20. (I'm so lazy in the mornings. I accept that about myself.) I went back downstairs to use the facilities and eat some grapes (no cereal, today is the day I'm starting a no gluten diet.) I like grapes. I could eat a pound of them every day. I wandered around for a little while, slightly out of it and dazed so I don't remember if anyone else was awake at that point. I didn't drink any coffee. Maybe that's why my days always go wrong.. I haven't been drinking coffee very much these days. Anyway, I got bored so again I went up the stairs to start on my World History. Finished that. Played my jam on spotify. Dad made me an omelet. He makes the best omelets. (Gluten free and it's lunch time! Woot!) Finished the rest of my school work. Decided I could use a shower. Gathered my clothes and headed down to the bathroom. Mom was already in there. Apparently she needs showers too. What's with people. Jeez. So I waited. and waited. I got bored again. That happens alot. I don't really have any friends, so I get lonely. and bored. Its an every day occurrence. Finally I can get in the shower! I do that, with scalding hot water. I would never last in Africa or Haiti, I HAVE to have my HOT showers. Got out, got dressed, dried my hair, pulled it up into a half up do aaand thats as good as it got today. I was tired of looking in the mirror. Tiffany came over to take care of Gabe and I heard her and my mom talking about Jane (ex bestfriend whom I hate very much) So I had to listen. What I gathered from the conversation was Jane's "fiancee", John, has been sending text messages to Jane, telling her he's going to kill himself if she keeps cheering at the highschool anymore. Maybe he'll do it, it would do Jane some good. He's a control freak. Like, bad. What's funny about the whole being engaged thing is, Jane's parents took away her ring. If your mother can still take away your engagement ring, you're a tad too young to be "engaged". It's all a little pathetic. The whole situation. Oh well, moving on! Mom took Tiffany (my little sister) to dance class and Tiffany (Gabes aid) kept talking about Jane and John Doe and the door behind me opened and up and there stood Alex. Where did he come from? We hadn't spoken in months. I'm glad I attempted to make myself look good. This is cool. I said hello of course and while he was talking I realized I missed him alot. We use to be together all the time. We went up to subway and caught up on each others lives. Something else interesting, I mentioned going to college and said i wanted to go to Kent State University and he told me he was going to go there while he was in the National Guard. He's a year ahead of me so I would be a freshman and he would obviously be a sophomore."Maybe we could get an apartment together!" he said. I smiled because that meant he still liked me. All is well in the world. The sky is blue again. He had kickboxing and karate tonight so we parted ways. It was COLD and the ground was covered in an inch of ice. I almost face planted twice. I was reminded of how uncoordinated I am. Great. I got home and was grateful for the warmth. It was quiet. Gabe was sleeping and Tiffany was sitting at the table doing something with papers. I didn't ask any questions. But she did. "WHO was THAT?" she said. So we sat at the table for a good two hours talking about a bunch of things and then mom and the kids came home. Tiffany was crying because she had fallen on the ice. (I hate winter) Mom didn't say much to me. Nobody did. I grabbed the lap top and fell asleep, and Mom woke me up for something. She went back downstairs and here I lay, listening to Usher and writing about "Day Three" Oh, but I forgot to mention. Alex bought me a sub which was not gluten free. Booo. It tasted so good though. I ALMOST lasted the whole day. I guess I'll start over tomorrow. I'm about to catch up on my Pretty Little Liars. Goodnight. 

Day Two: Five Likes & Five Dislikes

Round Two, I think I might be enjoying this, guys.

I personally am a 'give me the bad news first' lady, so I will share with you first, my dislikes.

Number One.

This is just horrible. When I do this, or I forget my wash cloth, I feel like my whole day is ruined. If you're brave enough to get out of the shower and face the cold air, then you will be fine. I very rarely get back out. It's too painful.

Number Two.

Clutter! I hate clutter! It stresses me out.

Number Three.

The color orange. I think it's terribly ugly.

Number Four.

People who gossip.

And last but not least, Number Five.

Ben Stiller. He annoys me so bad. Everything about him. His face, his eyes, his voice especially.

Okay, the good stuff. My top five likes!

Number One.

Huge libraries!!! My all time favorite things! Books, books, books, books and more books.

Number Two.

Freezers full of popsicles! Yum! They are the best part of summer.

Number Three.

A clean bedroom anywhere gives me peace.

Number Four.

SHERLOCK. Enough said.

Number Five.

The books, not the movies... <3 I love Edward and Bella. I cried for weeks when I finished the series.

There. My likes and dislikes. :)

Day One. Basic Facts About Myself.

Like everyone else on God's green earth, I go through phases. Country phases, city phases, lazy phases, reading phases. I'm OK with the fact that I change my mind every 2.5 seconds about what I like or dislike, because I'm not the only one changing. People change, fashion changes, the world changes and goes through phases. Unfortunately so, I go through writing phases. There are times when I could write for hours on end, doing nothing but drinking coffee and occasionally pulling myself out of my mojo to consume chocolate. But there are times when I hate the idea of sitting down to write even the smallest of journal entrees. All of my other phases, like 'Do I think high-waisted shorts are stupid looking today, or do I think they're cool?', don't bother me too much, but my writing phase is what kills me. Saying, "I love to write!" makes me feel like a fake, because some days I could easily say, "I hate to write!". Am I all alone on this? Is it just a form of writers block? I'm not sure of the answer on either of those questions. I'm currently going through the "I hate writing" side of life, and I am trying to force myself to enjoy it. Trying to find inspiration, motivation and the brain power is an annoyance, it's uncomfortable and every second I keep thinking, "I could be watching Pretty Little Liars right now, maybe I would finally see who the REAL -A is!". But here I sit, writing a blog post. On my hunt for inspiration, I came across a picture on Pinterest (who loves Pinterest?! I do!) that said,
'30 day blog challenge!'. It looked pretty promising, and obviously it was because I made a blog.

Day One: Basic Facts About Myself. 

Okay, so what if I don't have any basic facts? I'm quite strange, so REALLY would any facts be basic? I think not. I'll give 10 "Savannah-Basic" facts.
#1. When I see a sock laying on the floor with no mate, I think it feels lonely. But I leave it laying because I'm cruel.
#2. I am home schooled, and I avoid my school work like it's the plague because I feel stupid.
#3.  I have a serious obsession with collecting books.
#4. I hate poetry. I don't understand it.
#5. Maybe #4&#3 contradict each other, but remember what I said about being strange?
#6. I LOVE fruit snacks. If I could live in a house that was made out of fruit snacks, I would be homeless.
#7. I like crying, but I hate the painful steps I take to get to the point of tears.
#8. I once watched Twilight four times in one night.
#9. Blank notebooks bring me happiness.
#10. When I eat a chicken pot pie from the frozen section in Wal*mart, I go straight for the gooey crust at the bottom.

                                                This Alpaca looks like how I feel - Accomplished.