Saturday, January 22, 2011


You may have noticed all the very random pictures on the side.
Talia and Serena do that. But all of their pictures seem to be related. Inspirational, colorful, black and white, photography, or quotes.
But mine are all kindoff random...
Thats because I see myself as a kind of random person. But they still remain similar.


All of these things are things I love.
Well Ill probably be adding more random photos along the way.

Be happy,
Krystal XD

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Edgar Allen Poe!!

You wouldnt believe it, but..........

Here's a Hint:

Do you need another?

YOUR RIGHT!!!!!!!! Its Edgar Allen Poe's birthday!!!!
And as a huge Poe fan (not the tellytubby one, Im still talking about the poet), I must share with you my two favorite (and probably the most popular) poems.
The Raven
The Tell-Tale Heart

Just in case you havent read these, at the end of this post I will have a copy of The Raven (not the Tell-Tale Heart because its pretty long and having both of them on here would be a bit much). And links to a copy of both of the poems for you too read on the internet. :)

Edgar Allen Poe


The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -

Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -

Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -

This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -

Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'

Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;

Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -

'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.

Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -

Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -

Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -

On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'

Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,

Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster

Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -

Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore

Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;

Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,

But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,

She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee

Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -

Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -

On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -

Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -

Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -

`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted - nevermore!
(ps did you like the signature??)

Monday, January 17, 2011

Tucson Tragedy

I realize I am a little late on this, but the only reason I have not yet addressed this topic is because it is so hard for me even think about it. Let alone write a blog.

 But now I would like to recognized the people who died here in Tucson on January 8th.

Christina Green 9 years old

She was born on September 11, 2001. Another tragic day in the United States, when the World Trade Center went down. She was a part of student government at her school and volenteered at children's charities. She was the only girl on her Little League baseball team. She loved gymnastics, swimming, and dancing.

This young girls death has touched so many people just because of her age, but also because of her back story. She was a very intelligent young lady and she could have gone far!

Dorothy Morris 76 years old

Ms Morris was a republican all the way, but she only wanted to know what Giffords had to say. Both her and her husband were shot that day. They used to travel around extensively and visit all places imaginable. While Mr Morris live on, his wife is now singing with the angels.

Judge John M. Roll 63 years old

He was appionted by George W Bush in 1991 and has been chief judge since 2006. He was also and father and grandfather.

Phyllis Schneck 79 years old

She went to the meeting to see Giffords that day because she shared many of the same views as Giffords. She was a great grandmother and a member of the local Presbiterian church. when she was widowed Ms Schneck would volenteer at the church and sew New York Giants and Jets aprons to be sold at fundraisers.

Dorwin Stoddard 76 years old

He was a retired construction worker and an active church worker. When gunshots were fired he instinctivly jumped on his wife to save her from being shot. He gave his life for her.

Gabrielle Zimmerman 30 years old

Mr Zimmerman was the outreach director for Giffords. He was engaged to be married. He liked sushi and the outdoors. He worked long nights and weekends on the problems that reached the Congresswomens doorstep.

To read read a little more from my source:

On January 13, Obama came to Tucson, Arizona and gave a speech at the memorial for these who died. His speech was definately one of his best. If you wish to see his speech:
I really suggest you watch this if you havent yet.

Have a good one,