week #7- smells and whatnot.

My favorite smell in the entire world only comes around once a year. Right outside my bedroom window there is a huge lilac bush and once a year, right around May and June, at the first signs of spring, it blooms. When the flowers are completely blossomed you can smell the flowers from a block away. Although they are tiny and not exactly the most beautiful in the world, they are still my favorite flower as well as my favorite scent. Every year, as soon as i catch the faint scent of lilacs, i pick as many as i can and fill a vase full of them for every room in my house so my entire house has the amazing scent lingering around it. Perfumes, candles, and air fresheners try to imitate the smell, but none seem to capture it perfectly. So now, every time i smell the "real" smell of lilacs, it reminds me of springtime. :)

week #6- You're So Vain =P

I hate Danielle with a passion. She's self-centered and slutty. Although we used to be best friends there are certain circumstances that are ending our friendship because she doesn't think about anything or anyone but herself. Shes always cranky and when our friendship is crumbling to an imminent end she seems like she couldn't care less what is happening. She overreacts to the littlest things and could care less about other people's "drama". She's not easily pissed off but when you make her angry she will go off on you. I thought that she was going to punch me in the face one time just because i opened her Pepsi at lunch and took the first drink out of it. Ever since 2010 started she has only been focused on like two things and our friendship is not one of them. We see each other on occasion but there is always tension and hostility between us. Plus shes so awesome that her awesomeness makes me feel less awesome whenever I'm around her.

week #5- Beloved Toy

When i was five years old my mom took me to an antique mall, i fell in love with this basketball sized frog stuffed animal and decided that i had to have it. Seeing my immediate fixation to the dingy frog, my mom bought it for me. As the days of my childhood turned to weeks i wouldnt go anywhere without it. His name was Captian Hopps and no matter where i went, he was in my hand. Seeing as the frog was an antique when we bought it, and my young self also put it through torture, Captian Hopps slowly began to fall apart. I think that he was handmade because all he consisted of was two frog-shaped pieces of cloth sewn together, filled with bean, and googly eyes but by the time i was seven, he also consisted of several of what i called "scars" where the cloth had thinned out so much that he started leaking beans and had to be sewn up. I remember the day i decided that he would be better left inside on my bed all day then out having adventures with me, my mom was at the kitchen table sewing up the newly formed hole on his belly and she told me that Captain Hopps was getting old and if i wasnt careful with him he would eventually fall apart to the point where he could not be fixed. Even though i secretly dispised the idea, i went and put him on my bed and continued to play outside.

week #3- Fear

As a young child there were several things that scared me. The dark, monsters, spiders, jurrasic park, etc. But, out of all of these things that frightened me, they will never compare to the one thing that scares me the most. To this day I am still scared of scorpions. It started when i was little and went to Arizona to visit my Aunt and Uncle. Scorpions are everywhere there. Every time i even thought i saw one out of the corner of my eye I would scream and cry. I cant even look at pictures of scorpions without being scared. I dont know what exactly it is about them that scares me so much but I cant figure out how any one can actually like them or want one as a pet. They arent cute, or soft, they dont do tricks, they dont make any cute noises, and if you make them mad....they can stab you with their nasty little butt tail pokey thing. This doesnt sound like my idea of a "good pet" at all.