Walk Around the Capital

Today my family and I participated in a protest march around the Minnesota capital, something people do every year on the 22 of January, the anniversary of when our government made abortion legal in our country. It was a very interesting, fun experience. We walked around once or twice in the twenty degree weather then listened to some speakers talk briefly about the subject. Emily got too cold so Mom and I took her to find a warm store to look around in until the speakers were all done. On our way over to the capital we ate out at Burger King. They've changed their small cup design and I like it better, very creative. Another cup to add to my paper cup collection, which everyone always tells me is a weird collection to have. But it's free and fun, unlike some collections you could have.

From My Notebook: Healing Begins

To all those who mourn,

 To the broken of heart,

And to those who think all happiness from their life is torn,

Do not let hope part.

Those who weep will laugh again

This blanket of despair will fall away

 The demons you fear will be slain

And you will awaken to a new day.

 

Writing to a Prompt

I have recently found a cool generator that gives random writing prompts, so I have been doing a lot more writing, here is one of them, the prompt was "my room reminds me of myself because..."

My room reminds me of myself because it has a scattered randomness that becomes a unified whole. There is not one empty place on my plain white walls; every inch is covered with handmade posters, pretty pictures, and drawings. The once plain, ladybug wallpapered walls that are left over from the rooms last tenet, my older sister, is now transformed into an explosion of color. Everywhere you look there is something of my handiwork, not one thing in there has not been modified, moved, built or redecorated by me. My furniture has been arranged by myself more times than I can count, even the old heavy chest that was placed in my room to get it out of the way has been shoved into many different positions in my room. My room is now set up more like an apartment; I have my bedroom area, an office area, an entertainment area, a storage area and a miscellaneous living area. Almost every little piece of furniture and décor has a story, from that giant old chest down to the small little rocks on my desk. Misfits and outcasts from the rest of the house gather in my room, given a new lease on life, sometimes being completely changed from one thing into another. Even though it may sound like a cluttered flea market in my room, it is surprisingly organized. Everything has a place, even if that place is to sit in the middle of an open area just looking pretty. My room has a personality, and to me is perfect and beautiful, even if some wouldn’t agree. My room reminds me of myself because it is always changing, evolving, and improving. It is like me because it is made by me, and my heart and soul is displayed on its walls.