The Blog of Hillaryhttp://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/Be afraid, for you have entered...THE BLOG OF HILLARY!en-EUhourly82000-01-01T12:00+00:00The Blog of Hillaryhttp://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/a8/f1511fe7f8629c5794ad4ccf5054a6_160x200.jpgDidja miss me? Didja? Didja?http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/10/07/didja_miss_me_didja_didja~3100534/2007-10-07T23:36:34+02:00 <p>Well, here I am, for the scarce few that pay attention to my little niche in cyberspace. And what have I been up to, you wonder?</p> <p>I have...<br> *Started the seventh grade (it's not as exciting as I thought -_-)<br> *Read the first half of 'Crystal Cave,' the first in a four-part series by Mary Stewart about Merlin (Yayyyy Merlin!)<br> *Went on the awesomest camping trip ever, which was awesome (did I mention how awesome it was?)<br> *Wrote....uh...a litte *shifty eyes*<br> *Was repeatedly tortured by Isha (pixie_and_effie)...something about excellent-to-moderate somethings...a headband...and the song 'Over the Rainbow,' if she remembers as much...but that's a different story. You'll have to ask her.<br> *Will be pestered by Voldy trying to figure out what the hell I was talking about when referring to Isha<br> *Befriended a cat named Lila<br> And quite a bit else. That's a basic overview, anyway.</p> <p>Uh oh, Mocha just ran next door, she'll be in such trouble...to quote, roughly, the Weasley twins, it's nice to see Mum yell at someone else for a change...</p> <p>Dear, dear, I can't say the Weasley 'twins' anymore, now can I? So unnecessary...pointless in the last one, really was...*deep sigh* Yeah, Deathly Hallows was a bit of a disappointment. Please don't torch my house.</p> <p>Isn't autumn pretty...did anyone catch that beautiful harvest moon a few nights ago? Gorgeous, just gorgeous...</p> <p>Well, that's all for now, folks. Pleasant dreams. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/10/07/didja_miss_me_didja_didja~3100534/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>Well, here I am, for the scarce few that pay attention to my little niche in cyberspace. And what have I been up to, you wonder?

I have...
*Started the seventh grade (it's not as exciting as I thought -_-)
*Read the first half of 'Crystal Cave,' the first in a four-part series by Mary Stewart about Merlin (Yayyyy Merlin!)
*Went on the awesomest camping trip ever, which was awesome (did I mention how awesome it was?)
*Wrote....uh...a litte *shifty eyes*
*Was repeatedly tortured by Isha (pixie_and_effie)...something about excellent-to-moderate somethings...a headband...and the song 'Over the Rainbow,' if she remembers as much...but that's a different story. You'll have to ask her.
*Will be pestered by Voldy trying to figure out what the hell I was talking about when referring to Isha
*Befriended a cat named Lila
And quite a bit else. That's a basic overview, anyway.

Uh oh, Mocha just ran next door, she'll be in such trouble...to quote, roughly, the Weasley twins, it's nice to see Mum yell at someone else for a change...

Dear, dear, I can't say the Weasley 'twins' anymore, now can I? So unnecessary...pointless in the last one, really was...*deep sigh* Yeah, Deathly Hallows was a bit of a disappointment. Please don't torch my house.

Isn't autumn pretty...did anyone catch that beautiful harvest moon a few nights ago? Gorgeous, just gorgeous...

Well, that's all for now, folks. Pleasant dreams.

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]]>*makes dramatic entrance in black-and-white complete with soap-opera music*http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/07/01/makes_dramatic_entrance_in_black_and_whi~2555114/2007-07-01T22:50:35+02:00 <p>Hello, all.</p> <p>Well, Independence day is in three days. We'll be doing the usual--going to my grandma's with Aunt Judi, Uncle Tom, Mom, Dad, Sara and Michael (4-year-old twins--the little monsters) and the infamous Lindsay. We'll go to the Medinah Country Club to which she belongs and they have a big festival on the grounds, with a moon-walk and blow-up obstacle-course and old-style vendor carts selling popcorn and hot dogs and cotton candy and Sno Cones, and they'll have tennis competitions and a three-legged race and a regular race, plus they'll have a coin dive in the pool. I usually get a good 5 bucks from that particular activity. And the fireworks--how I love the fireworks!</p> <p>Everyone sits on the green of the gold course and sometimes me and Lindsay, just to be adventurous, wander away from th adults and stake out our own little area in the sandy part, I forget what it's called, and we'll have glow necklaces around our necks and glow earrings through our ears, and we'll have them around our wrists and ankles and waving them around in the air until we look like someone spilled something radioactive on the both of us. The fireworks are shot out over the most beautiful lake, surrounded by weeping willows and yellow poplars. They have the regular ones, the rockets and the banshees and the Black Cats and kitty-chasers and whatnot, and they'll have the state-of-the-art ones, too, ones that draw red hearts or yellow smiley faces up in the air. And we'll go back to Grandma's in seperate cars, and all the way there they'll be fireworks going off every which way, exploding and snapping and popping until the whole sky is a spiderweb of smoke and dazzling colors. We'll pull in the driveway to her house and the rambunctious teenagers next door will be setting off boxes upon boxes of the stuff, same as the rich snobby ones up the street in the mansion, and we'll watch their fireworks for a while on the front porch. But then it'll be late, and the twins with be whining and Lindsay's eyes will be drooping fast, and we'll say our goodbyes and they'll clamber into their navy-blue mini-van and be off, and pretty soon we'll do the same and Grandma will wave us off and then go watch fireworks from her backyard. I'll go to bed once we're home, it had been a long, full day, and when I wake up in the morning I'll run downstairs and look in the freezer for those glowsticks I put there to make them last long, and I'll just have to make sure they'll still their to be certain that yesterday wasn't just one long, delightful dream. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/07/01/makes_dramatic_entrance_in_black_and_whi~2555114/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>Hello, all.

Well, Independence day is in three days. We'll be doing the usual--going to my grandma's with Aunt Judi, Uncle Tom, Mom, Dad, Sara and Michael (4-year-old twins--the little monsters) and the infamous Lindsay. We'll go to the Medinah Country Club to which she belongs and they have a big festival on the grounds, with a moon-walk and blow-up obstacle-course and old-style vendor carts selling popcorn and hot dogs and cotton candy and Sno Cones, and they'll have tennis competitions and a three-legged race and a regular race, plus they'll have a coin dive in the pool. I usually get a good 5 bucks from that particular activity. And the fireworks--how I love the fireworks!

Everyone sits on the green of the gold course and sometimes me and Lindsay, just to be adventurous, wander away from th adults and stake out our own little area in the sandy part, I forget what it's called, and we'll have glow necklaces around our necks and glow earrings through our ears, and we'll have them around our wrists and ankles and waving them around in the air until we look like someone spilled something radioactive on the both of us. The fireworks are shot out over the most beautiful lake, surrounded by weeping willows and yellow poplars. They have the regular ones, the rockets and the banshees and the Black Cats and kitty-chasers and whatnot, and they'll have the state-of-the-art ones, too, ones that draw red hearts or yellow smiley faces up in the air. And we'll go back to Grandma's in seperate cars, and all the way there they'll be fireworks going off every which way, exploding and snapping and popping until the whole sky is a spiderweb of smoke and dazzling colors. We'll pull in the driveway to her house and the rambunctious teenagers next door will be setting off boxes upon boxes of the stuff, same as the rich snobby ones up the street in the mansion, and we'll watch their fireworks for a while on the front porch. But then it'll be late, and the twins with be whining and Lindsay's eyes will be drooping fast, and we'll say our goodbyes and they'll clamber into their navy-blue mini-van and be off, and pretty soon we'll do the same and Grandma will wave us off and then go watch fireworks from her backyard. I'll go to bed once we're home, it had been a long, full day, and when I wake up in the morning I'll run downstairs and look in the freezer for those glowsticks I put there to make them last long, and I'll just have to make sure they'll still their to be certain that yesterday wasn't just one long, delightful dream.

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]]>Full Moon Tonight!http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/06/30/full_moon_tonight~2545286/2007-06-30T03:33:38+02:00 <p>...though admittedly, I haven't seen it yet. It's dusk now, I won't see it for another couple minutes, I'm afraid. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>I'm working on a new story, haven't thought of a good title for it yet, though. Maybe "Forest of the Wolf" but that's sounds cheesy, like a 40's horror movie. "Wolf Forest" doesn't sound very good either. Ugh! OH. I know, and I know just how the cover would look. "Alpha, Beta, & Omega" Yes!</p> <p>The plot: Two sisters, Anna and Gabrielle, have the ability to transform into wolves. By night, they are with a wolf pack and do all manner of wolf-like things. By day, the live in an uninhabited forest, reminscing of days past and dreaming of days to come. But things get sticky quickly for the sisters, and the pack is on the verge of an every-wolf-for-herself rebellion. And one unfortunate mistep forces Anna, quite literally, over the edge...</p> <p>The characters:<br> Anna--twelve years old, adventurous, agile. Has a real knack for landing in sitatuations that usuaully end with her being injured, and her sister then has to patch her up. (This is how the books starts.) </p> <p>Gabi--Anna's older sister. Basically a more mature and level-headed version of Anna, though she wouldn't say no to a little adventure herself. </p> <p>Their mother, Evelyn--died when Anna was 9. Their father was never in the picture, I don't want to complicate things. </p> <p>The pack--the alpha, Gabi's mate. A regular plain old wolf. There's also the beta, four unranked wolves (yes, that's how it really is in nature), and an omega. They all appear as real wolves--yet there's no real way to tell, is there? <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>The setting: A lush forest somewhere far far away. It's late spring, the weathr is gorgeous as it should be in any novella. </p> <p>Things your probably wondering about: When Gabi and Anna are in wolf form, they have neither the mindframe of a human nor an average wolf. It's some where between unnaturally genius wolf to a human with strong, irrestible wolf instincts. This depends on what they're doing--if they are just resting with the rest of the pack, they will be in a more human state of mind. If they are being pursued or are hunting, instinct takes over, making their thoughts less human and more lupine.</p> <p>Excerpt: "Each girl whispered a quiet wish under their breath, softly casting their desire to the night. Their voices were inaudible to all but the sycamores towering above them and the crescent moon hovering overhead.<br> A gentle, caressing breeze blew, isolated to the figures in the moonlight, sending the sisters’ hair to form a halo above their heads.<br> Their wish was repeated back to them on the lips of the wind, and the sycamores and the stars and moon and the very earth beneath their feet whispered back to them, <em>I grant you your wish.</em>"</p> <p>I'm off to look at the full moon now. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/06/30/full_moon_tonight~2545286/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>...though admittedly, I haven't seen it yet. It's dusk now, I won't see it for another couple minutes, I'm afraid. :(

I'm working on a new story, haven't thought of a good title for it yet, though. Maybe "Forest of the Wolf" but that's sounds cheesy, like a 40's horror movie. "Wolf Forest" doesn't sound very good either. Ugh! OH. I know, and I know just how the cover would look. "Alpha, Beta, & Omega" Yes!

The plot: Two sisters, Anna and Gabrielle, have the ability to transform into wolves. By night, they are with a wolf pack and do all manner of wolf-like things. By day, the live in an uninhabited forest, reminscing of days past and dreaming of days to come. But things get sticky quickly for the sisters, and the pack is on the verge of an every-wolf-for-herself rebellion. And one unfortunate mistep forces Anna, quite literally, over the edge...

The characters:
Anna--twelve years old, adventurous, agile. Has a real knack for landing in sitatuations that usuaully end with her being injured, and her sister then has to patch her up. (This is how the books starts.)

Gabi--Anna's older sister. Basically a more mature and level-headed version of Anna, though she wouldn't say no to a little adventure herself.

Their mother, Evelyn--died when Anna was 9. Their father was never in the picture, I don't want to complicate things.

The pack--the alpha, Gabi's mate. A regular plain old wolf. There's also the beta, four unranked wolves (yes, that's how it really is in nature), and an omega. They all appear as real wolves--yet there's no real way to tell, is there? ;)

The setting: A lush forest somewhere far far away. It's late spring, the weathr is gorgeous as it should be in any novella.

Things your probably wondering about: When Gabi and Anna are in wolf form, they have neither the mindframe of a human nor an average wolf. It's some where between unnaturally genius wolf to a human with strong, irrestible wolf instincts. This depends on what they're doing--if they are just resting with the rest of the pack, they will be in a more human state of mind. If they are being pursued or are hunting, instinct takes over, making their thoughts less human and more lupine.

Excerpt: "Each girl whispered a quiet wish under their breath, softly casting their desire to the night. Their voices were inaudible to all but the sycamores towering above them and the crescent moon hovering overhead.
A gentle, caressing breeze blew, isolated to the figures in the moonlight, sending the sisters’ hair to form a halo above their heads.
Their wish was repeated back to them on the lips of the wind, and the sycamores and the stars and moon and the very earth beneath their feet whispered back to them, I grant you your wish."

I'm off to look at the full moon now. :)

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]]>*sings* I got a call from a talent agency! I got a call from a talent agency!http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/06/28/sings_i_got_a_call_from_a_talent_agency_~2533225/2007-06-28T00:12:09+02:00 <p> Yes, it is true. I'm auditioning tomorrow at seven. It's a shame walk-ins aren't allowed, I would've invite my friend Isha (whom, along with Voldy, I have made many a scheme to be among the rich and famous). So, look out, Hollywood, you may just have Hillary Marie on your doorstep in the near future.<br> But, back to the things that are happening here and now.<br> Voldy moved on Saturday, just up and left for the 5-day car trip to Arizona. It isn't that I didn't say goodbye, I just feel like it was so sudden, so unexpected. I would never be sufficiently prepared for one of my best friends to move so that I wouldn't feel the move, but it was especially hard because Desiree and Sammy are moving to. Desiree's going to Michigan, Sammy, Hawaii. Still, at least Isha isn't moving. I'd probably beg to move to my house in Chandler then.<br> I'm writing a new novella about two sisters that are skinwalkers. Skinwalkers are a Native American myth about people that can transform into any animal they want by draping the hide of that animal over them. In the more recent walker myths, they can transform even without the hide of the animal, though generally to only one form as opposed to any. Please tell me if you think I should post the first few pages, I don't want to bore you if you don't want to hear it. I must put my faithful fans first and foremost, of course.</p> <p class="center"><em>Hillary Marie</em></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/06/28/sings_i_got_a_call_from_a_talent_agency_~2533225/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p> Yes, it is true. I'm auditioning tomorrow at seven. It's a shame walk-ins aren't allowed, I would've invite my friend Isha (whom, along with Voldy, I have made many a scheme to be among the rich and famous). So, look out, Hollywood, you may just have Hillary Marie on your doorstep in the near future.
But, back to the things that are happening here and now.
Voldy moved on Saturday, just up and left for the 5-day car trip to Arizona. It isn't that I didn't say goodbye, I just feel like it was so sudden, so unexpected. I would never be sufficiently prepared for one of my best friends to move so that I wouldn't feel the move, but it was especially hard because Desiree and Sammy are moving to. Desiree's going to Michigan, Sammy, Hawaii. Still, at least Isha isn't moving. I'd probably beg to move to my house in Chandler then.
I'm writing a new novella about two sisters that are skinwalkers. Skinwalkers are a Native American myth about people that can transform into any animal they want by draping the hide of that animal over them. In the more recent walker myths, they can transform even without the hide of the animal, though generally to only one form as opposed to any. Please tell me if you think I should post the first few pages, I don't want to bore you if you don't want to hear it. I must put my faithful fans first and foremost, of course.

Hillary Marie

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]]>Stina says: "What color is a rainbow?"http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/06/16/stina_says_what_color_is_a_rainbow~2464633/2007-06-16T18:15:49+02:00 <p><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_wave.gif" border="0" alt="" width="26" height="22"></p> <p>Go to <a href="http://www.writingcorner.blog.co.uk/">www.writingcorner.blog.co.uk</a> to read th first chapter of Emily's (my friend) story...I created the account for us and then she kinda stole it...0_o That's okay 'cause the story's good, so off you go.</p> <p>And: Roy G. Biv.</p> <p><em>Richard of York gave the battle in vain...</em>RAINBOW.</p> <p>Anybody else read Artemis Fowl? 0_o </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/06/16/stina_says_what_color_is_a_rainbow~2464633/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>

Go to www.writingcorner.blog.co.uk to read th first chapter of Emily's (my friend) story...I created the account for us and then she kinda stole it...0_o That's okay 'cause the story's good, so off you go.

And: Roy G. Biv.

Richard of York gave the battle in vain...RAINBOW.

Anybody else read Artemis Fowl? 0_o

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]]>I'M. BORED.http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/06/13/i_m_bored~2447191/2007-06-13T18:48:36+02:00 <p>I fear I will go insane with boredom lest I do something NOW. </p> <p>OHHH! My favorite game.</p> <p>Lindsay says: Hi! Ohhh, we're doing this again? *giggles* Ohthis is funny when we do this...oh graeat...oh I think we are doing this again....hold on...*mumbles senselessly while reading* *giggles* *snorklaughter* *more senseless mumbling* Uhm...mumbling...oh that's funny...I had a feeling you wre going to type that....*groansigh* *giggles* *plays with jump rope around arm chair* Playsl...with...jumprope...around armchair... *gigggles* *high voice* Be right back! *shuffles away*</p> <p>Another daily dose of Lindsay, delivered to the general public free of charge, by the lovely, generous and kind HILLARY MARIE!</p> <p>Alas, I must keep typing, because I sense boredom just 'round the corner. </p> <p>I think I shall give my blog a make over...as I had the most wonderful idea for a blog, but unforntunately, only one blog can be registered to an email. I shall have to create a new email.</p> <p>*goes off to create new email*</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/06/13/i_m_bored~2447191/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>I fear I will go insane with boredom lest I do something NOW.

OHHH! My favorite game.

Lindsay says: Hi! Ohhh, we're doing this again? *giggles* Ohthis is funny when we do this...oh graeat...oh I think we are doing this again....hold on...*mumbles senselessly while reading* *giggles* *snorklaughter* *more senseless mumbling* Uhm...mumbling...oh that's funny...I had a feeling you wre going to type that....*groansigh* *giggles* *plays with jump rope around arm chair* Playsl...with...jumprope...around armchair... *gigggles* *high voice* Be right back! *shuffles away*

Another daily dose of Lindsay, delivered to the general public free of charge, by the lovely, generous and kind HILLARY MARIE!

Alas, I must keep typing, because I sense boredom just 'round the corner.

I think I shall give my blog a make over...as I had the most wonderful idea for a blog, but unforntunately, only one blog can be registered to an email. I shall have to create a new email.

*goes off to create new email*

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]]>*giggles and pokes cursor* Look at the purty mermaid!http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/06/13/giggles_and_pokes_cursor_look_at_the_pur~2446725/2007-06-13T17:39:28+02:00 <p>Yes, I, Hillary Marie, have changed my cursor from a howling wolf head...to a mermaid. 0_o</p> <p>But.</p> <p>Anyway, my world seems to have been knocked slightly off its hinges lately. Voldy's moving, Desiree's moving, and a whole host of other problems, such as my current hatred for ~some~ members of my family. I know I love 'em deep down, yadda yadda, all that. *smoke comes out of ears* But far down has obviously been deemed unsafe for hotheaded restless girls like yours truly. *sigh*</p> <p>Who else wishes (though probably not as much as me) that you had, not a different life, but a different life style? </p> <p>*sees hands raise in front of computer screens across America*</p> <p>Yeah, well, me too. I HATE where I come from. I feel no particular loyalty or affection for the sad little suburb that is the town I grew up in.</p> <p>But my hometown is Chandler, Arizona, some 40 miles outside Phoenix and one heckuva lotta hours in the car from Chicago.</p> <p>*sigh* I wanna go home.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/06/13/giggles_and_pokes_cursor_look_at_the_pur~2446725/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>Yes, I, Hillary Marie, have changed my cursor from a howling wolf head...to a mermaid. 0_o

But.

Anyway, my world seems to have been knocked slightly off its hinges lately. Voldy's moving, Desiree's moving, and a whole host of other problems, such as my current hatred for ~some~ members of my family. I know I love 'em deep down, yadda yadda, all that. *smoke comes out of ears* But far down has obviously been deemed unsafe for hotheaded restless girls like yours truly. *sigh*

Who else wishes (though probably not as much as me) that you had, not a different life, but a different life style?

*sees hands raise in front of computer screens across America*

Yeah, well, me too. I HATE where I come from. I feel no particular loyalty or affection for the sad little suburb that is the town I grew up in.

But my hometown is Chandler, Arizona, some 40 miles outside Phoenix and one heckuva lotta hours in the car from Chicago.

*sigh* I wanna go home.

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]]>As I type this title...http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/06/11/as_i_type_this_title~2434161/2007-06-11T17:53:51+02:00 <p>I am exchanging Harry Potter trivia questions with the aforementioned Voldy. An old epsisode of Star Trek is playing on te TV, and the sun is shining bright as can be. The lake, only 10 feet from my back door, is sparkling like spun sugar, calm and glistening, reflecting the greenery of trees and bushes around its banks. Wildflowers are blooming in an array of purples and blues, and every so gently the branches of the weeping willow across the lake sway in the breeze. All is right with the world. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/06/11/as_i_type_this_title~2434161/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>I am exchanging Harry Potter trivia questions with the aforementioned Voldy. An old epsisode of Star Trek is playing on te TV, and the sun is shining bright as can be. The lake, only 10 feet from my back door, is sparkling like spun sugar, calm and glistening, reflecting the greenery of trees and bushes around its banks. Wildflowers are blooming in an array of purples and blues, and every so gently the branches of the weeping willow across the lake sway in the breeze. All is right with the world.

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]]>My little cousin LIndsay says...http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/06/10/my_little_cousin_lindsay_says~2429120/2007-06-10T21:00:56+02:00 <p>Be amazed....by the fabulous, beautiful and intelligent LINDSAY!</p> <p>Lindsay says: Hi! I'm visiting my grandma's house. My cousin has a bouncing orange-and-white hamster for my cursor. *giggles* How do you change your cursors? 'Cause I don't have that. Okay, uhm, *giggles* giggle giggle giggle...that's funny... *actually giggles* Okay, uhm...*giggles* *massive sigh* *mumbles while laughing hysterically* Massive....sigh...This is just so funny...oh that's even more funny...uhm, uhmmmmmm, oh, my gosh...*gasps whie laughing* *is thumped on back by me to clear airway* *more hysterical laughter from both parties* *clears throat* Oh my gawsh you're hilarious...Oh hi grandma! Oh HI Mocha! They're both out in the yard. Ohhhh! A big bouncy ball! Oh, HI Michael! Oh don't even think about it! Don't even...*hysterical laughter* Okay, I'm gonna read it right now...not again..actually that's pretty funny...*silence while reading* Okay now I actually am gonna read it. Oh, my. OHHHHHH my. Oh my gawsh. Anything I say you type! I have a feeling you're going to type that. I had a feeling about that. AND THAT. I'm gonna count to three and then read it. Okay...okay...okay...oh this is HILARIOUS! *groan* Hilarious story...*sigh* OH! *laughter* *lips move without talking* *makes funny noises in throat* *more laughter* OH MY GAWSH I'm mumbling. Oh dear...*mumbles senselessly while laughing hysterically* *huge gasp* Oh, this is hilarious, oh this is FUNNY, oh Hillary, you're really funny. Ohhhkay, what was I gonna say again? Okay...oh, you're jsut hilarious!</p> <p>I say: And there's your daily dose of Lindsay, everybody! Have a great day! *disappears in a puff of purple smoke* </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/06/10/my_little_cousin_lindsay_says~2429120/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>Be amazed....by the fabulous, beautiful and intelligent LINDSAY!

Lindsay says: Hi! I'm visiting my grandma's house. My cousin has a bouncing orange-and-white hamster for my cursor. *giggles* How do you change your cursors? 'Cause I don't have that. Okay, uhm, *giggles* giggle giggle giggle...that's funny... *actually giggles* Okay, uhm...*giggles* *massive sigh* *mumbles while laughing hysterically* Massive....sigh...This is just so funny...oh that's even more funny...uhm, uhmmmmmm, oh, my gosh...*gasps whie laughing* *is thumped on back by me to clear airway* *more hysterical laughter from both parties* *clears throat* Oh my gawsh you're hilarious...Oh hi grandma! Oh HI Mocha! They're both out in the yard. Ohhhh! A big bouncy ball! Oh, HI Michael! Oh don't even think about it! Don't even...*hysterical laughter* Okay, I'm gonna read it right now...not again..actually that's pretty funny...*silence while reading* Okay now I actually am gonna read it. Oh, my. OHHHHHH my. Oh my gawsh. Anything I say you type! I have a feeling you're going to type that. I had a feeling about that. AND THAT. I'm gonna count to three and then read it. Okay...okay...okay...oh this is HILARIOUS! *groan* Hilarious story...*sigh* OH! *laughter* *lips move without talking* *makes funny noises in throat* *more laughter* OH MY GAWSH I'm mumbling. Oh dear...*mumbles senselessly while laughing hysterically* *huge gasp* Oh, this is hilarious, oh this is FUNNY, oh Hillary, you're really funny. Ohhhkay, what was I gonna say again? Okay...oh, you're jsut hilarious!

I say: And there's your daily dose of Lindsay, everybody! Have a great day! *disappears in a puff of purple smoke*

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]]>June 7, 2007, 8:25 p.m.http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/06/08/june_7_2007_8_25_p_m~2414316/2007-06-08T02:27:13+02:00 <p> The air was sweet and humid. There was a distinctly unsettled hush about the town, the quiet, suspenseful hush of a place waiting the arrival of a storm of deadly potential. As I stepped outside to retrieve groceries from my mother's car, the tense atmosphere made my skin crawl. There were no laughing voices, no calls of chastisement from parents to children. Silence, except for the gentle whisper of trees that lined the road, speculating among themselves of the damage that could soon be afflicted to their home. I returned inside and turned my attention to television screen.<br> "Winds will reach 90+ miles an hour. Seek shelter immediately. Stay away from windows." The grim mesage was repeated, channel after channel, the nerve-rattling prognosis of a community that waited in silence for the storm to be upon them.<br> They didn't have to wait long. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/06/08/june_7_2007_8_25_p_m~2414316/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p> The air was sweet and humid. There was a distinctly unsettled hush about the town, the quiet, suspenseful hush of a place waiting the arrival of a storm of deadly potential. As I stepped outside to retrieve groceries from my mother's car, the tense atmosphere made my skin crawl. There were no laughing voices, no calls of chastisement from parents to children. Silence, except for the gentle whisper of trees that lined the road, speculating among themselves of the damage that could soon be afflicted to their home. I returned inside and turned my attention to television screen.
"Winds will reach 90+ miles an hour. Seek shelter immediately. Stay away from windows." The grim mesage was repeated, channel after channel, the nerve-rattling prognosis of a community that waited in silence for the storm to be upon them.
They didn't have to wait long.

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]]>LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!!http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/06/06/last_day_of_school~2407211/2007-06-06T20:57:29+02:00 <p>Yes, it is indeed the last of school. Was I thrilled? Sorrowful? Well, you tell me: I cried, I laughed, I cried some more, and then I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. I thought so.</p> <p>For you see, my dear reader, it was not only the last day of school, but the last day of elementary school. Never again shall I attend Neil Armstrong Elementary School, for I have progressed to bigger and better things. Next year, I shall attend junior high. </p> <p>And as happy as that particular thought was, it was also somewhat depressing. I have gone to the same school for 7 years, and have became quite attached to the place. Not to mention, Voldy, (see Dharz_9317) (oh yes, Voldy, be afraid, for I have revealed your true identity! MUHAHA!) one of my awesomest friends ever, is moving and won't be attending junior high with us. As is another of my good friends, Desiree. But Desiree is moving all the way to Michigan! *sob* It's hard. It's been a terrific year, though, very wacky, very wild, very unpredictable, but terrific nonetheless. No regrets for sixth grade, definitely. *sigh* I wouldn't have done a thing differently, and I guess that's what counts.</p> <p>Laughing through my tears, smiling through my crying, happy through my misery,</p> <p><em>Hillary Marie</em> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/06/06/last_day_of_school~2407211/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>Yes, it is indeed the last of school. Was I thrilled? Sorrowful? Well, you tell me: I cried, I laughed, I cried some more, and then I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. I thought so.

For you see, my dear reader, it was not only the last day of school, but the last day of elementary school. Never again shall I attend Neil Armstrong Elementary School, for I have progressed to bigger and better things. Next year, I shall attend junior high.

And as happy as that particular thought was, it was also somewhat depressing. I have gone to the same school for 7 years, and have became quite attached to the place. Not to mention, Voldy, (see Dharz_9317) (oh yes, Voldy, be afraid, for I have revealed your true identity! MUHAHA!) one of my awesomest friends ever, is moving and won't be attending junior high with us. As is another of my good friends, Desiree. But Desiree is moving all the way to Michigan! *sob* It's hard. It's been a terrific year, though, very wacky, very wild, very unpredictable, but terrific nonetheless. No regrets for sixth grade, definitely. *sigh* I wouldn't have done a thing differently, and I guess that's what counts.

Laughing through my tears, smiling through my crying, happy through my misery,

Hillary Marie

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]]>*throws sparkly chartreuse confetti in your face*http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/06/02/throws_sparkly_chartreuse_confetti_in_yo~2380720/2007-06-02T17:18:03+02:00 <p>That was just to get you're attention. *brushes confetti off of you* *with thorn bush* </p> <p>Mmkay, I'm bored, so I'm just gonna write here again. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"> What fuuun.</p> <p>Let's see...what's new in my life...Voldy's moving... I'm really hungry and we don't have any bread so I can't have my usual Nutella sandwich...my dog has, three times now, almost broken my glasses, which I just got fixed yesterday...</p> <p>My glasses!</p> <p>So, I have this kind of oblong oval gold glasses that are almost identical to my hair color, and they're fine and all. I loooove wearing glasses because, DUH, they aren't visual aids, they're a FASHION STATEMENT, get with the program, people. *pants* So, anyway, I want to get big winged blue ones with pink jewels encrusted along the temple and wings. Doesn't it sound <em>gorgeous</em>? </p> <p>I never really described myself, did I? Well, here I am: I have blue eyes with darling long black lashes (which is just as well, because I loathe the very thought of wearing mascara) and a kind of heart-shaped face that's seriously tanned and in need of acne cleanser, oh, and I have a pentacle drawn in purple and yellow Crayola marker on my shoulder, but that's a long story. And I have the prettiest feet, which have only the remnants of bright pink nail polish on them. On my right hand on my ring finger, I wear an ornate, white-gold ring with a single fancy-cut diamond in the middle that I inhereited from my grandmother. The color of my hair ranges from a kind of rusty gold to auburn to deep, chestnut brown, and I have absolutely no idea why it changes so drastically, but there you are. It's not very thick, not very fine, just kind of in between, and a little wavy, hanging a little past my shoulders because last November I had to hack most of it off because of this giant knot back there. <img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"> That's all, folks! *throws Porky Pig shaped confetti and flies away in multicolored hot air balloon*</p> <p>P.S. Waning gibbous. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/06/02/throws_sparkly_chartreuse_confetti_in_yo~2380720/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>That was just to get you're attention. *brushes confetti off of you* *with thorn bush*

Mmkay, I'm bored, so I'm just gonna write here again. :D What fuuun.

Let's see...what's new in my life...Voldy's moving... I'm really hungry and we don't have any bread so I can't have my usual Nutella sandwich...my dog has, three times now, almost broken my glasses, which I just got fixed yesterday...

My glasses!

So, I have this kind of oblong oval gold glasses that are almost identical to my hair color, and they're fine and all. I loooove wearing glasses because, DUH, they aren't visual aids, they're a FASHION STATEMENT, get with the program, people. *pants* So, anyway, I want to get big winged blue ones with pink jewels encrusted along the temple and wings. Doesn't it sound gorgeous?

I never really described myself, did I? Well, here I am: I have blue eyes with darling long black lashes (which is just as well, because I loathe the very thought of wearing mascara) and a kind of heart-shaped face that's seriously tanned and in need of acne cleanser, oh, and I have a pentacle drawn in purple and yellow Crayola marker on my shoulder, but that's a long story. And I have the prettiest feet, which have only the remnants of bright pink nail polish on them. On my right hand on my ring finger, I wear an ornate, white-gold ring with a single fancy-cut diamond in the middle that I inhereited from my grandmother. The color of my hair ranges from a kind of rusty gold to auburn to deep, chestnut brown, and I have absolutely no idea why it changes so drastically, but there you are. It's not very thick, not very fine, just kind of in between, and a little wavy, hanging a little past my shoulders because last November I had to hack most of it off because of this giant knot back there. :yes: That's all, folks! *throws Porky Pig shaped confetti and flies away in multicolored hot air balloon*

P.S. Waning gibbous. ;)

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]]>*sigh* The woes of suburbiahttp://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/06/02/sigh_the_woes_of_suburbia~2379960/2007-06-02T14:20:45+02:00 <p>Okay, so I don't live in Chicago. I live in Chicago suburb. </p> <p>And I haaaaate it. Stupid little <img src="/img/smilies/icon_censored.gif" alt=">:XX" class="middle" border="0"> <img src="/img/smilies/icon_censored.gif" alt=">:XX" class="middle" border="0"> <img src="/img/smilies/icon_censored.gif" alt=">:XX" class="middle" border="0"> town. </p> <p>There's nothing to do. And it does not help that I without a driver's license. *throws bowl of soup at poster of Wormtail to relieve frustration* *ha, ha, Voldy <img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0">*</p> <p>Inside jokes are soooo much fun, are't they? Well, for me, not for you, 'cause you don't wait I'm talking about! <img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"> YAY!</p> <p>I like smilies. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_twisted.gif" alt=":>" class="middle" border="0"> MUHAHA!</p> <p>So we're doing this play-type-thing, more of a reader's theatre *gags*, and, guess what the first in-character line is. Just guess.</p> <p>*in Southern accent* Well hidey ho there, little guppies! Before I say con-gra-tu-la-tions and yer on yer way, I'd like to recite a few words of inspiration, dedication, medication, and perspiration (which my teacher spelled wrong in the script).</p> <p>No, I am not frickin' kidding. *sigh* The woes of small town life. </p> <p>Well, it isn't exactly a SMALL town. It's not, like, a general-store-on-the-corner-and-one-stoplight kind of town, but it's no Chicago. So much to do in Chicago, so much to see...</p> <p>I wanna move to Hollywood. *squeals, 'Don't tell, Voldy and/or...Pixie?'*</p> <p>P.S. to Voldy and Pixie: *bares teeth* I don't seem to have really any money left in my super-secret-supply-box. Damn those ice creams from CVS, why do they have to be so tempting? *swoons and dies*</p> <p>FIN. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/06/02/sigh_the_woes_of_suburbia~2379960/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>Okay, so I don't live in Chicago. I live in Chicago suburb.

And I haaaaate it. Stupid little >:XX >:XX >:XX town.

There's nothing to do. And it does not help that I without a driver's license. *throws bowl of soup at poster of Wormtail to relieve frustration* *ha, ha, Voldy :DD*

Inside jokes are soooo much fun, are't they? Well, for me, not for you, 'cause you don't wait I'm talking about! :yes: YAY!

I like smilies. :> MUHAHA!

So we're doing this play-type-thing, more of a reader's theatre *gags*, and, guess what the first in-character line is. Just guess.

*in Southern accent* Well hidey ho there, little guppies! Before I say con-gra-tu-la-tions and yer on yer way, I'd like to recite a few words of inspiration, dedication, medication, and perspiration (which my teacher spelled wrong in the script).

No, I am not frickin' kidding. *sigh* The woes of small town life.

Well, it isn't exactly a SMALL town. It's not, like, a general-store-on-the-corner-and-one-stoplight kind of town, but it's no Chicago. So much to do in Chicago, so much to see...

I wanna move to Hollywood. *squeals, 'Don't tell, Voldy and/or...Pixie?'*

P.S. to Voldy and Pixie: *bares teeth* I don't seem to have really any money left in my super-secret-supply-box. Damn those ice creams from CVS, why do they have to be so tempting? *swoons and dies*

FIN.

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]]>Blue Moonhttp://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/05/31/blue_moon~2369956/2007-05-31T21:40:11+02:00 <p>That's right, you heard correctly, folks, it's a blue moon month. A few days ago I mentioned that it was a full moon, and there is to be another full moon tonight. :-D Once every...two years-ish, I do believe. I could be wrong. Tell me if I am.</p> <p>Every eight years...and the Olympics are...what, two years away? So, we'd be at the 3/4 mark with that big pentacle up in the sky.</p> <p>That came out wrong.</p> <p>But you get the idea. Just thought I'd give you a heads-up so y'all could take a peek out your window tonight. The moon really is quite pretty in all it's shining white glory. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/05/31/blue_moon~2369956/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>That's right, you heard correctly, folks, it's a blue moon month. A few days ago I mentioned that it was a full moon, and there is to be another full moon tonight. :-D Once every...two years-ish, I do believe. I could be wrong. Tell me if I am.

Every eight years...and the Olympics are...what, two years away? So, we'd be at the 3/4 mark with that big pentacle up in the sky.

That came out wrong.

But you get the idea. Just thought I'd give you a heads-up so y'all could take a peek out your window tonight. The moon really is quite pretty in all it's shining white glory.

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]]>C'mere, yeah, you. Comment. I dare ya.http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/05/30/c_mere_yeah_you_comment_i_dare_ya~2364176/2007-05-30T22:16:28+02:00 <p>I'm just gonna vent here because it seems like a good place to vent. </p> <p>We have this program called D.A.R.E., Drug Abuse Resistance & Education, in school. We had to write an essay about why wouldn't do drugs. Then the officer that taught the classes would select a winner out of, like, 200 kids.</p> <p>Of course, me being the little writer I am, wrote a creative couple of paragraphs with colorful wording and interesting spacing and such. And the person that one (it was my best friend, by the way. No harsh feelings, okay, Isha? I'm just saying what's true) wrote a very neat, formal essay, complete with introduction paragraph, body, and conclusion paragraph. </p> <p>I'm not gonna lie, I was kinda crazy jealous, but it was more that anyone but me won, not that Isha won. It sounds selfish and all, but I honestly think that that dumb essay was one of my best pieces ever written. Some examples...</p> <p>"Why would <em>anyone</em> do that to themselves?<br> Is it a thrill they get from working their way towards the bottom of a bottle? Is it in a search for nirvana in a pack of cigarretes?" which is the line I'm proudest of. But, hey, you win some you lose some. I feel much better now. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"> Besides, they probably just thought I must have copied it off some website or something, since it was just so SUPERB. But a million congrats to the winner, Isha, who doesn't hate me because I accidentally stood her up at Old Country Buffet! (Long story...) </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/05/30/c_mere_yeah_you_comment_i_dare_ya~2364176/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>I'm just gonna vent here because it seems like a good place to vent.

We have this program called D.A.R.E., Drug Abuse Resistance & Education, in school. We had to write an essay about why wouldn't do drugs. Then the officer that taught the classes would select a winner out of, like, 200 kids.

Of course, me being the little writer I am, wrote a creative couple of paragraphs with colorful wording and interesting spacing and such. And the person that one (it was my best friend, by the way. No harsh feelings, okay, Isha? I'm just saying what's true) wrote a very neat, formal essay, complete with introduction paragraph, body, and conclusion paragraph.

I'm not gonna lie, I was kinda crazy jealous, but it was more that anyone but me won, not that Isha won. It sounds selfish and all, but I honestly think that that dumb essay was one of my best pieces ever written. Some examples...

"Why would anyone do that to themselves?
Is it a thrill they get from working their way towards the bottom of a bottle? Is it in a search for nirvana in a pack of cigarretes?" which is the line I'm proudest of. But, hey, you win some you lose some. I feel much better now. :D Besides, they probably just thought I must have copied it off some website or something, since it was just so SUPERB. But a million congrats to the winner, Isha, who doesn't hate me because I accidentally stood her up at Old Country Buffet! (Long story...)

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]]>Wicca (and the Da Vinci Code)http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/05/30/wicca_and_the_da_vinci_code~2358308/2007-05-30T00:33:38+02:00 <p>Wicca is so painfully misunderstood.</p> <p>I've been doing a little of research after reading the Da Vinci Code (an 11-year-old, reading the Da Vinci Code, imagine that). It's fascinating.</p> <p>I've heard from multiple sources that the left-hand side was associated with evil. It's real origins? The sacred feminine and the goddess.</p> <p>The medieval Christian and Catholic church fabulously twisted nature-based and pagan religions, saying that they were devil worship. PAGANS DON'T EVEN BELIEVE IN THE DEVIL.</p> <p>I'm not a Wiccan, in the sense that I worship only one God. But in many Wiccan religions, there is only one divine being, split into masculine and feminine parts. That's two halves of a whole, I suppose. I share a lot of the same thinking, I guess. Male and female, yin and yang, harmony. Unintentionally, my login name references the sacred feminine--the moon is considered symbolic of the goddess. </p> <p>Wiccans have a reverence for nature. Nature, in my Christian belief, was created by God. Having reverence for God's creations is to have reverence for God Himself, I think. </p> <p>Wiccans perform spells--the gathering of energy, giving it a purpose, and releasing it to acheive an end. The Christian word for this is prayer. </p> <p>And the pentacle, one of my favorite topics. </p> <p>Da Vinci fans, leave now, you know all this already.</p> <p>1.618 is known as the Divine Porportion, the building blocks of the universe. There are TONS of examples of it in nature--divide the number of female honey bees in a hive by the number of male bees, and you will ALWAYS get 1.618. The pentacle--the five-pointed star--is the ultimate representation of it, because the lines automatically divide themselves into a ratio of 1.618. Did you know that the planet Venus (Roman name for Aphrodite, who was the goddess of beauty, fertility, and love) draws a perfect pentacle in the sky every 8 years? Our Olympic games are based on the cycle of that pentacle. It very nearly became the symbol for the Olympics, but it was changed at the last moment, it being decided that five intertwining circles better representing the unity they were trying to convey. </p> <p>In Wicca, the pentacle is considered to be something like the equivalent of the cross in Christianity. It's not the sign of the devil. It stands for te five Elements of the Craft--Fire, Water, Air, Earth, and Spirit.</p> <p>I'm done ranting for the day. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/05/30/wicca_and_the_da_vinci_code~2358308/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>Wicca is so painfully misunderstood.

I've been doing a little of research after reading the Da Vinci Code (an 11-year-old, reading the Da Vinci Code, imagine that). It's fascinating.

I've heard from multiple sources that the left-hand side was associated with evil. It's real origins? The sacred feminine and the goddess.

The medieval Christian and Catholic church fabulously twisted nature-based and pagan religions, saying that they were devil worship. PAGANS DON'T EVEN BELIEVE IN THE DEVIL.

I'm not a Wiccan, in the sense that I worship only one God. But in many Wiccan religions, there is only one divine being, split into masculine and feminine parts. That's two halves of a whole, I suppose. I share a lot of the same thinking, I guess. Male and female, yin and yang, harmony. Unintentionally, my login name references the sacred feminine--the moon is considered symbolic of the goddess.

Wiccans have a reverence for nature. Nature, in my Christian belief, was created by God. Having reverence for God's creations is to have reverence for God Himself, I think.

Wiccans perform spells--the gathering of energy, giving it a purpose, and releasing it to acheive an end. The Christian word for this is prayer.

And the pentacle, one of my favorite topics.

Da Vinci fans, leave now, you know all this already.

1.618 is known as the Divine Porportion, the building blocks of the universe. There are TONS of examples of it in nature--divide the number of female honey bees in a hive by the number of male bees, and you will ALWAYS get 1.618. The pentacle--the five-pointed star--is the ultimate representation of it, because the lines automatically divide themselves into a ratio of 1.618. Did you know that the planet Venus (Roman name for Aphrodite, who was the goddess of beauty, fertility, and love) draws a perfect pentacle in the sky every 8 years? Our Olympic games are based on the cycle of that pentacle. It very nearly became the symbol for the Olympics, but it was changed at the last moment, it being decided that five intertwining circles better representing the unity they were trying to convey.

In Wicca, the pentacle is considered to be something like the equivalent of the cross in Christianity. It's not the sign of the devil. It stands for te five Elements of the Craft--Fire, Water, Air, Earth, and Spirit.

I'm done ranting for the day.

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]]>'Tis Full Moonhttp://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/05/29/tis_full_moon~2352010/2007-05-29T04:11:02+02:00 <p>Not much more to say than that, however, I shall now be regularly posting the moon's phase. I don't know why, but it seems fitting.</p> <p>So, as I said, there's a <em>gorgeous</em> full moon outside my window. <img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>I always keep tabs on the moon's phase. Gives me something to do. The moon fascinates me, and I'm really into astrology. Not astronomy. Astrology, like the myths and such, most of which I know. I'm a Virgo, by the way. I should have posted that on my seven random facts. </p> <p>I wish I was a Gemini. <img src="/img/smilies/graysigh.gif" alt=":**:" class="middle" border="0"> That's what my grandma is. *more randomness*</p> <p>Trivia question: What are the twins' names in Gemini? Extra points for background information. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"> Go on now, scoot, starting Googling...the winner will get...um...recognition. All publicity is good publicity, right? </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/05/29/tis_full_moon~2352010/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>Not much more to say than that, however, I shall now be regularly posting the moon's phase. I don't know why, but it seems fitting.

So, as I said, there's a gorgeous full moon outside my window. :yes:

I always keep tabs on the moon's phase. Gives me something to do. The moon fascinates me, and I'm really into astrology. Not astronomy. Astrology, like the myths and such, most of which I know. I'm a Virgo, by the way. I should have posted that on my seven random facts.

I wish I was a Gemini. :**: That's what my grandma is. *more randomness*

Trivia question: What are the twins' names in Gemini? Extra points for background information. :D Go on now, scoot, starting Googling...the winner will get...um...recognition. All publicity is good publicity, right?

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]]>Favorite Quoest (Again)http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/05/29/favorite_quoest_again~2351769/2007-05-29T01:16:50+02:00 <p>Tina Crish: "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." ~SH</p> <p>Ohlala: "To regain one's youth is to repeat one's follies." ~Oscar Wilde.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/05/29/favorite_quoest_again~2351769/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>Tina Crish: "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." ~SH

Ohlala: "To regain one's youth is to repeat one's follies." ~Oscar Wilde.

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]]>*grudgingly* 7 facts....http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/05/28/grudgingly_7_facts~2345989/2007-05-28T03:48:33+02:00 <p>Here are the rules:<br> Each person tagged qives 7 random facts about themselves. Those tagged need to write in their blogs the 7 facts as well as the rules of the game. You need to tag 7 others and list their names on your blog. You have to leave those you plan to tag a note in their comments so they know they have been tagged and to read your blog. </p> <p>Yadda, yadda.</p> <p>1. I have four hamsters named Yin, Yang, Seal and Regina.<br> 2. I despise rice pudding.<br> 3. I have befriended a cat named Cosmo, who lives in Arizona.<br> 4. My cousin had a beta fish named Flippy.<br> 5. I have a pink lava lamp in my room that has been neglected for some time.<br> 6. I hate cleaning. Just hate it.<br> 7. I hate MySpace. Don't lynch me.</p> <p>I tag....<br> twpd_uk<br> moondancer<br> philipedwards<br> takodori'<br> polish_english_me<br> dave41<br> amethystphotography </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/05/28/grudgingly_7_facts~2345989/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>Here are the rules:
Each person tagged qives 7 random facts about themselves. Those tagged need to write in their blogs the 7 facts as well as the rules of the game. You need to tag 7 others and list their names on your blog. You have to leave those you plan to tag a note in their comments so they know they have been tagged and to read your blog.

Yadda, yadda.

1. I have four hamsters named Yin, Yang, Seal and Regina.
2. I despise rice pudding.
3. I have befriended a cat named Cosmo, who lives in Arizona.
4. My cousin had a beta fish named Flippy.
5. I have a pink lava lamp in my room that has been neglected for some time.
6. I hate cleaning. Just hate it.
7. I hate MySpace. Don't lynch me.

I tag....
twpd_uk
moondancer
philipedwards
takodori'
polish_english_me
dave41
amethystphotography

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]]>Favorite quotehttp://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/05/28/favorite_quote~2345915/2007-05-28T02:10:45+02:00 <p>My favorite quote is: "Success isn't permanent, and failure isn't fatal." ~Mike Ditka</p> <p>Post your favorite quote as a comment and I'll copy it onto my blog. I did this on a different website and you usually get a lot of really cool sayings and catchy phrases and such, so let's see what ya got. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/05/28/favorite_quote~2345915/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>My favorite quote is: "Success isn't permanent, and failure isn't fatal." ~Mike Ditka

Post your favorite quote as a comment and I'll copy it onto my blog. I did this on a different website and you usually get a lot of really cool sayings and catchy phrases and such, so let's see what ya got.

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]]>Meet Mocha, y'allhttp://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/05/27/meet_mocha_y_all~2345400/2007-05-27T22:44:18+02:00 <p>I really wanted to post the story of how I got my dog, which is what I originally intended when I created a blog. So here it goes:</p> <p>I had been begging my parents ('member how I said I would get in trouble if I told you my real age?) for roughly six years to get a dog. I had no particular preference in breed until a short time ago, when I desperately wanted an Italian Greyhound. If you aren't familiar with the breed, it's very similiar to the American Greyhound but about a third of the size. The are very sweet and loving.</p> <p>I was fighting a war against my parents, sending emails and leaving notes and droppping hints and spending hours on the computer, searching for information on breeds and shelters. I spent hours on the computer, sifting through every nook and cranny of Petfinder, all, of course, to no avail. After sending my mother a particularly cold email, I was beginning to think all hope was lost. </p> <p>Last Tuesday, as the bus rounded the corner onto my street, I saw my grandmother standing in the parking lot in front of my complex. Oh, no. The only time she came over, other than holidays and birthdays, was to assist in making my room inhabitable for normal humans. Most times, anyone that strolled into my room couldn't tell you the color of the carpet, but they would be able to tell you what clothes I wore yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. I dreaded the mere thought of making sense of that disaster area.</p> <p>The bus stopped, and I practically threw myself out the doors. My mind was already spewing excuses as to why my room was so dirty when she had cleaned it not two weeks ago. I don't think I even bothered to say are you busy, can you come over, let's go to Wendy's to my best friend Stina as was our custom. I hurried over to the silver Chyrsler in the parking lot, my moss-green backpack swinging wildly from my loose grip. </p> <p>Her back was to me, and I didn't bother to wait for her to face me. "Hi!" I said breathlessly, recovering from my sprint to the parking lot. "How long have you been waiting--?"</p> <p>She turned around. And nestled in her arms was the most adorable blob of wheat-colored fur the world ever did see. I stood there, waiting for her to say something, but she was silent, studying my reaction with a smile. My mouth moved. Nothing happened. I tried again. Still nothing. The first thing I managed to force from my lips was, "Can I hold her?"</p> <p>She wordlessly shifted the dog from her arms to mine, and I studied the creature in my arms, this gorgeous, living, breathing animal, with her dark, olive-colored eyes and slightly pointed snout, her long fur, accented by a single honey-colored stripe running from the tip of her wet, squishy nose to her long, wagging tail. One ear flopped up, one flopped down, and they were both the same color as her stripe. </p> <p>It's sounds cheesy, but it's all very true. After much debating, we named her Mocha for the color of her fur. She's 12 weeks old, not housebroken, not crate-trained, not leash-trained. I have a feeling all of us are in for a real adventure. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/05/27/meet_mocha_y_all~2345400/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>I really wanted to post the story of how I got my dog, which is what I originally intended when I created a blog. So here it goes:

I had been begging my parents ('member how I said I would get in trouble if I told you my real age?) for roughly six years to get a dog. I had no particular preference in breed until a short time ago, when I desperately wanted an Italian Greyhound. If you aren't familiar with the breed, it's very similiar to the American Greyhound but about a third of the size. The are very sweet and loving.

I was fighting a war against my parents, sending emails and leaving notes and droppping hints and spending hours on the computer, searching for information on breeds and shelters. I spent hours on the computer, sifting through every nook and cranny of Petfinder, all, of course, to no avail. After sending my mother a particularly cold email, I was beginning to think all hope was lost.

Last Tuesday, as the bus rounded the corner onto my street, I saw my grandmother standing in the parking lot in front of my complex. Oh, no. The only time she came over, other than holidays and birthdays, was to assist in making my room inhabitable for normal humans. Most times, anyone that strolled into my room couldn't tell you the color of the carpet, but they would be able to tell you what clothes I wore yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. I dreaded the mere thought of making sense of that disaster area.

The bus stopped, and I practically threw myself out the doors. My mind was already spewing excuses as to why my room was so dirty when she had cleaned it not two weeks ago. I don't think I even bothered to say are you busy, can you come over, let's go to Wendy's to my best friend Stina as was our custom. I hurried over to the silver Chyrsler in the parking lot, my moss-green backpack swinging wildly from my loose grip.

Her back was to me, and I didn't bother to wait for her to face me. "Hi!" I said breathlessly, recovering from my sprint to the parking lot. "How long have you been waiting--?"

She turned around. And nestled in her arms was the most adorable blob of wheat-colored fur the world ever did see. I stood there, waiting for her to say something, but she was silent, studying my reaction with a smile. My mouth moved. Nothing happened. I tried again. Still nothing. The first thing I managed to force from my lips was, "Can I hold her?"

She wordlessly shifted the dog from her arms to mine, and I studied the creature in my arms, this gorgeous, living, breathing animal, with her dark, olive-colored eyes and slightly pointed snout, her long fur, accented by a single honey-colored stripe running from the tip of her wet, squishy nose to her long, wagging tail. One ear flopped up, one flopped down, and they were both the same color as her stripe.

It's sounds cheesy, but it's all very true. After much debating, we named her Mocha for the color of her fur. She's 12 weeks old, not housebroken, not crate-trained, not leash-trained. I have a feeling all of us are in for a real adventure.

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]]>Be quiet, I'm talking.http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/05/27/be_quiet_i_m_talking~2340357/2007-05-27T01:12:21+02:00 <p> I am Hillary Marie, undiscovered talent in the arts of writing and acting. I'm dreadfully smart and all things that come with intelligence, cockiness and aloofness and sassiness and all that good stuff. *smiles sweetly and bats eyelashes* But don't let me intimidate you.</p> <p>I have a passion for writing. Like all writers, I am and have always been an avid reader. If I'm not in school, on the computer, or trying to convince my dog that gnawing on antique wood furniture is NOT okay, I almost always have my nose buried in some book or another. I love classic fantasies, such as Peter Pan, and animal novels, such as Misty of Chinquotinque and Black Beauty. I am also a HUGE Harry Potter fan. Don't try to convince me that the series is stupid. I will bite you.</p> <p>I'm not telling you how old I am.</p> <p>Because then I would get in trouble. *mischevious grin* BUt you wouldn't tell on me, anyway, would you? </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://theblogofhillary.blog.co.uk/2007/05/27/be_quiet_i_m_talking~2340357/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p> I am Hillary Marie, undiscovered talent in the arts of writing and acting. I'm dreadfully smart and all things that come with intelligence, cockiness and aloofness and sassiness and all that good stuff. *smiles sweetly and bats eyelashes* But don't let me intimidate you.

I have a passion for writing. Like all writers, I am and have always been an avid reader. If I'm not in school, on the computer, or trying to convince my dog that gnawing on antique wood furniture is NOT okay, I almost always have my nose buried in some book or another. I love classic fantasies, such as Peter Pan, and animal novels, such as Misty of Chinquotinque and Black Beauty. I am also a HUGE Harry Potter fan. Don't try to convince me that the series is stupid. I will bite you.

I'm not telling you how old I am.

Because then I would get in trouble. *mischevious grin* BUt you wouldn't tell on me, anyway, would you?

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