imagine a world where xanga never died

Day 01 - A picture of yourself with fifteen facts.
Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been close with the longest.
Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show.
Day 04 - A picture of a habit you wish you didn’t have……….
Day 05 - A picture of your favourite memory.
Day 06 - A picture of a person you’d love to trade places with for a day.
Day 07 - A picture of your most treasured item.
Day 08 – A picture that makes you laugh.
Day 09 – A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.
Day 10 – A picture of the person you do the most messed up things with.
Day 11 – A picture of something you hate.
Day 12 – A picture of something you love.
Day 13 – A picture of your favorite band or artist.
Day 14 – A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without.
Day 15 – A picture of something you want to do before you die.
Day 16 – A picture of someone who inspires you.
Day 17 – A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently.
Day 18 – A picture of your biggest insecurity.
Day 19 – A picture of you when you were little.
Day 20 – A picture of somewhere you’d love to travel.
Day 21 – A picture of something you wish you could forget.
Day 22 – A picture of something you wish you were better at.
Day 23 – A picture of your favorite book.
Day 24 – A picture of something you wish you could change.
Day 25 – A picture of your day.
Day 26 – A picture of something that means a lot to you.
Day 27 – A picture of yourself and a family member.
Day 28 – A picture of something you’re afraid of.
Day 29 – A picture that can always make you smile.
Day 30 – A picture of someone you miss.

Things Coming Near my Eyes

I HATE having things come near my eyes. It terrifies me! I don't know, it's just one of those strange phobias that everyone has. Some people are afraid of spiders or ghosts. I'm afraid of anything approaching my eyes. Fingers, contacts, bugs - whatever. I hate it. My fear is so extreme that I even avoid 3D movies. I saw Gravity with my boyfriend a few weeks ago and nearly walked out. All the space debris flying out of the screen really made me uncomfortable, and I think I spent nearly the full 91 minutes with my eyes closed. Except maybe when Clooney was on screen...C:

Unfortunately, I do have several health problems when it comes to my eyes because I was born almost two months pre-mature, so I go to the eye doctor a lot. As you can imagine, this is a struggle. The worst part is when the nurse comes in to take my eye pressure. I go to the ophthalmologist about every three months, and it is torture!

I don't know why I have this strange fear, but I do. I hate things coming near my eyes. It scares me, and I just don't like it.

Day 01 - A picture of yourself with fifteen facts.
Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been close with the longest.
Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show.
Day 04 - A picture of a habit you wish you didn’t have……….
Day 05 - A picture of your favourite memory.
Day 06 - A picture of a person you’d love to trade places with for a day.
Day 07 - A picture of your most treasured item.
Day 08 – A picture that makes you laugh.
Day 09 – A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.
Day 10 – A picture of the person you do the most messed up things with.
Day 11 – A picture of something you hate.
Day 12 – A picture of something you love.
Day 13 – A picture of your favorite band or artist.
Day 14 – A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without.
Day 15 – A picture of something you want to do before you die.
Day 16 – A picture of someone who inspires you.
Day 17 – A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently.
Day 18 – A picture of your biggest insecurity.
Day 19 – A picture of you when you were little.
Day 20 – A picture of somewhere you’d love to travel.
Day 21 – A picture of something you wish you could forget.
Day 22 – A picture of something you wish you were better at.
Day 23 – A picture of your favorite book.
Day 24 – A picture of something you wish you could change.
Day 25 – A picture of your day.
Day 26 – A picture of something that means a lot to you.
Day 27 – A picture of yourself and a family member.
Day 28 – A picture of something you’re afraid of.
Day 29 – A picture that can always make you smile.
Day 30 – A picture of someone you miss.

I know, I know - I haven't done one of these picture challenge posts in forever! I have so many things going on in my life, from school to my two jobs to my internship to my oversized family. I do love this challenge, and after seventeen months I'm almost done.

Logan

Meet my nephew, Logan Jake. He's the third child, and only boy, of my sister Julia and her husband Conner. Julia and Conner have three girls, but Logan is it as far as boys go. He is two and half, and he's probably my favorite nephew. I know you're not supposed to pick favorites among your family, but let's get real, everyone has a favorite niece, nephew, or cousin.

Being the youngest girl, I've always been the family baby-sitter. I've raised so many kids that aren't mine, I don't know if I'll really even need my own children.  Just kidding.

Last summer, I stayed with Julia so I could be closer to work. Logan was really the only thing that kept me sane in that house. He's smart, hilarious, and absolutely adorable. I am sure Logan was the only reason I made an A+ in my Advanced Portrait Photography course.

A few selections from my portfolio:

How can you not love that?

I've been hired to write a new screenplay. It's a teen drama-comedy set in suburban Dallas. I'm having trouble deciding on character names, so please help me out! Who knows, maybe next summer you will see your favorite name illustrated on the silver screen.

Go here to vote!

So, I've been 21-years-old for about 95 minutes, and I'm already shitfaced waisted. I <3 being legal!

Liv’s Time

My name is Olivia Elyse Moore. Liv Moore. My name is live more, which is funny, because the only thing certain about my life is that it’s going to be over before I’m forty. I was born with a genetic condition called Huntington’s chorea. In somewhere around fifteen years, my nerves will start to deteriorate. I’ll become irritable, anxious, depressed, and eventually psychotic. I won’t be able to take care of myself. My muscles will weaken, so much so that I’ll no longer have the ability to swallow or wipe my own ass. Then, somewhere in my mid-thirties, hungry, in a diaper – I’ll die.

I’ve got some time before then. I’ve got some time to be normal. I’ll finish high school like everyone else. You know – before the symptoms become… problematic. I’m sure I’ll go to college. I have to. I know it’s expensive, and student debt is a bitch. But hey, at least I won’t be paying it off all that long. I’ll get a job. Probably in accounting somewhere. I’m good with numbers. But no office romances for me. I mean, who wants some crazy, extremity flailing, dying wife? And I can’t really have children. I mean, it’s like a 50% chance that a child will inherit the disease, and the average family has 2.5 children. That means one of my kids is dead, and the other 1½ get to watch him go.

I know this is a writing assignment, and I know you probably don’t care about any of this. I guess I’m just saying all this, because I need it to be in black and white. I know I’m going to die before I have grandchildren. I know I’m going to die before I can enjoy any form of retirement. And I know I’m probably going to die before you. I know I don’t have a lot of time. I’m okay with it.

My death is going to be gruesome. It’s going to be nasty, and hard to look at. Nobody’s going to talk about it for a really long time, because they’re gonna want to remember how I was before the disease took me. I was fun. I was cool. I was smart. – And I want to think that I was important.

I’m sure this stupid piece of paper really doesn’t mean anything. In twenty years, when I’m dead, the essays I wrote when I was a kid aren’t going to matter all that much. Nobody’s going to remember the tests I took, or the books I read, or the kind of cell phone I had.  Maybe I rambled on a bit. Oh well. I just needed to get it out. I guess I really wrote this, because in twenty years, when I’m dead – I want people to know that I was a real person with air in my lungs and blood in my veins. I guess I wrote this because, more than anything, I just want to be immortal.

I know I already sent a message, but if you haven't seen it - here is where to find me:

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I need your guy's help again!

I've been hired to write another screenplay! Obviously, I've already written a few drafts - but the five princeple characters still don't have names! I realize Xanga may be coming to a close in the next few days so... Please send your votes to twitter @CopyrightAmanda If you want, you can add #namecharacter followed by your choice. This is the easiest way for me to keep track of votes. It's an ensamble cast, so there are a lot of characters. You don't have to vote on them all. Just choose the best name. I hardly ever use my twitter account, so this could be a good way to get going.

Character One, 16, Female - Amzie, Blakely, Cambria, Ella, Raleigh, Savannah

Character Two, 33, Female - Clara, Erica, Erin, Kimberly, Kristin, Lauren

Character Three, 50, Female - Alice, Josephine, Kathy, Lisa, Remy, Tammy

Character Four, 28, Female - Audrey, Emily, Libby, Lily, Sarah, Scarlett

Character Five, 17, Male - Ambrose, Gage, Lucas, Micah, Sebastian, Silas

Cast your votes! @CopyrightAmanda #namecharacter

All that I've found through these ups and downs
Is that I'd have it no other way.
Life in the raw is both fragile and strong.
It's both lovely and ugly the same.
Who can attest to when they're at their best
Their worst is still crouching close behind.
It's coming to peace with the darkness in me
That allows the true light inside to shine.
So, let it go. We are still far from home
Though you try and you try to escape...
To live and to love will always be dangerous
But it's better than being alone.

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