Besides writing, I love to sing and wouldn't mind making a living as an actress.
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I'd like to meet:
my favorite authors and talk about writing.
Music:
EnyaMychael DannaConstance DembyMichael OldfieldEnigmaYanniDeep ForestSteve RoachLlewellynAeoliahAnd many others'
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Movies:
Here is a list of my most cherished movies of all times:~Sleepless in Seattle~: Just because it's a tear jerker, and it's romantic.~The great outdoors~: John Candy was one of my favorite actors, and I love the countryside.~Can't buy me love~: You gotta love those 80's movies. It tells all.~The hand that rocks the cradle~: I named my second to the oldest daughter from one of the characters. Love it, love it, love it!~The Village~: It makes your imagination go wild.Update: The Covenant!
Television:
I love to watch the Family channel, Nick@Nite, and Big Love!
Books:
Oh boy, there's too many to list. If I had to choose, I'd have to say, 'Wait Till Helen Comes', by: Mary Downing Hahn. This is a kids book, but it's a great read! Also, my favorites are by: Richard Laymon, Michael Laimo, & John Saul.
Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence
You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.
An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.
You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view.
A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.
You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.
What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?
Christian MySpace GraphicsLooking through the eyes of an innocent child:Spring time, the rich colors of beautiful flowers, the trees swaying in the nice warm breeze, I spun around until my stomach became nauseous. Opening my big blue eyes as I lay on the ground, the bright sun’s rays showered my face and I squinted to see the blue skies. I remember it like it was yesterday. Running in the field all afternoon, pretending I was invincible to the world. My mother knew how I liked to dress; in my little summer dresses, light cotton, spaghetti straps around my shoulders. She tied my hair up in pig tails, and they curled up on the ends. How old was I…six to be exact. What happened after that year? I just know how horrible my world became.I stood in my room on the second floor peering out my window watching police officers writing something down on a pad of paper. My mother stood beside a tall man using her hands to describe her words. Her face looked blood red and tears chased down her cheeks. I couldn’t tell exactly what she said, but I knew something important happened. After I stood watching for a little while, I saw my mom point up staring straight at me. She shook her head; tears flew off her face this time. Shortly after introducing the police officer to me, I saw him part from the adults and he entered my house.My face froze. I didn’t smile, cry or say much of anything. Actually, I think my body became numb, losing all movement in me. My eyes widened and my mouth fell open as if I gasped for air. The words this man said went right through my ears, because I didn’t comprehend the small, unimportant words he said to me. The only words I distinctively remembered him saying were that my father had an accident. My father had an accident in our field. His tractor ran him over somehow, shredding him to pieces. Now why would a man tell something so brutal such as this to a small child? I may never know why. But what I do know is that it scarred me for life.Here I lay in my bed, down under the soft warm covers gazing out my window. I’m watching the night come alive and even hear the different sounds the night carries. The one kind’s of birds that never sleep, the singing of the crickets, and the howling of the wolves. I grip the edge of the blanket with my hand, squeezing tightly until it hurts. At the same time, I feel tears emerge from my over tired eyes. Why, because at this moment, my mind is wandering off to a far, far place, where I see my father. And he’s so lovely to look at. His smile is so bright, and it warms me inside. I want to reach out and embrace him, but I stop myself. I stop myself because I know it isn’t real and if it isn’t real, I don’t want the hurt to start all over again. So I back away from him as he continues to smile at me and I blow him a kiss that sails through the warm air. He acts like he catches it and then plants it on his rosy cheek.I feel myself falling back on my bed, catching my breath and the tears flow again. At one point it dampens my night gown until I hear my mother’s soothing voice. She comes in my room, sits beside my bed and rushes her slender fingers through my sweaty hair singing softly to me. She tells me that she loves me and its okay to feel the way I do. Slowly, but not right away, a smile eventually creeps up on my face and before she leaves me for the night, I do smile big, showing my teeth, which I don’t have much in the front at the moment. But that doesn’t stop my smile. It grows bigger when she leans down and hugs my neck and whispers into my ear. “Tomorrow will be a better day, I promise.†That gives me hope, such hope, I close my eyes turning to my side and venture off into another dream. This time however, I dream of the field where I ran wild and pretended I’m someone else.By: Mackenzie Drew
Heroes:
God & Jesus. Without them, I would be lost!This is a very beautiful picture and I think one of my favorites!
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