Who says, I can't wear my Converse, with my dress?

Don't Forget...

TO BUY DEMI'S NEW ALBUM!!

It is amazing. If you aren't into all the Disney female singers, I promise this is differant. It's more rock than junky pop. I was given the privlege of meeting Demi this summer, and I have to say she is one of the sweetest, most sincere people I have ever met. Even though she was signing autographs for over 300 people, she never acted bored, but very enthusiastic. If you gave her a compliment she looked you right in the eye, smiled, and thanked you. Standing in line for 4 hours was not a disapointment. We weren't allowed to take pictures with her, but I did get one of me meeting her. However, I look like a complete freak and its blurry so i'm not going to post it. But below is a picture I took while waiting in line.

Not only is she so sweet, but breathtaking live. No Disney editing here, it blew me away. Today's song of the day over there on the thingamajig (>>) is actually four songs. My four favorite off of Demi's new CD. I suggest you listen to at least one. The first song I chose because it is title, but the second song is the one you need to hear.

So anywho, since I live half an hour away from the nearest store that sells CDs, I had to tag along to my brother's tackle football game (he is 10, FYI.) So we drop him off, go to Target (I had to get the real CD, instead of using iTunes. It's just not the same...) and them come back for the game. Well I have to say, peewee tackle football is just about the funniest thing I have ever seen in my life. Imagine a field of 10 year olds, clueless to anything pertaining to football, but with only one instinct; to tackle. And that is what they did. Every 30 seconds DOGPILE! I was almost rolling on the bleachers with laughter. I think the other parents were getting mad because I was laughing at their children getting tackled. Whoops.

About 15 minutes into the game I was starting to get bored, and then the best thing ever happened. I saw a friend from my old school standing on the edge of the field. I haven't seen her since May. So of course I freaked out screaming and running down the bleachers. I am pretty sure any parents still not pissed off at this point now were. We got to talk for about an hour, and I was pretty much indescribably happy. A perfect ending to an awesome day.

Best wishes and...DON'T FORGET to at least listen to Demi. :)

Elle

My name isn't on that list, guess no one knows that I exist...

Today was a very happy day for my mom.

First, we were driving to my piano lesson and we saw they had changed the billboard (this happens to be a big thing in my town. *coughcough* redneck!). Well to my mom's delight it was an add for an Abe Lincoln convention. Well...guess I know where i'll be in two weeks. Oh. joy.

As if that wasn't enough, we came home, and saw on the news that there are going to be five new pennies all dedicated to Abraham Lincoln, one of which has his Kentucky log cabin on it. She about had a cow.

Now about this title. I didn't get the part in the play I tried out for, like I didn't see that coming. Well...on the bright side, this gives me a better chance of being able to go to Maine. Hopefully. Tommorow my mother and I are making the half an hour drive to our nearest bookstore in an effort to get a Maine travelbook. Well...actually my mom is too cheap to buy the book, since she is still not sure if we are going, so we are going to bring paper and "take notes" (???). That woman. Well...back to the play thing, I made my song of the day (>>) So Much Better from Legally Blonde the Musical, just in case you have never heard it, and were questioning the title. (The Laura Bell version bytheway. Sorry Bailey fans, Laura Bell is the true Elle)

So for English we have to write this feature article, and mine is about how Wal-Mart is bad for America. Some of the facts are shocking. If you get really bored check out wakeupwalmart.com, the things you see might surprise you. Anyways, I have a question; are you for or against Wal-Mart? Dedicated shopper or most likely to get arrested for protesting? Sometimes I think I am the only one in my whole town who doesn't want a Wal-Mart, because I know if they add one all the small local businesses are going to go kaput. And that thought makes me really sad.

Until tomorrow,
Elle

(P.S. Demi Lovato's new album "Don't Forget" came out yesterday. Go buy it! It is AMAZING.)

No Maine, No Gain.

Wow. That is gorgeous. That is Maine. I really have no clue why I love Maine so much, I've never even been there. I think it all started when I read this book called "A Northern Light". It is so descriptive of the scenery, it makes me want to hop on a plane, or train, or heck even a horse and go there as fast as I can. So far my planning isn't going very well though, and my mom still isn't really into the whole "go-see-somthing-that-doesn't-invole-log-cabins-and-Abe-Lincoln" thing. So wish me luck with that.

In other news, tommorow I find out if I got a part in this play I tried out for. Most likley not. It's professional theatre and I am far from professional. But hey, keep hope alive :)

Back to the Maine thing, I reccomend you read "A Northern Light", it's my favorite book (minus Twilight)

And speaking of Maine again, ever heard of the band, The Maine? They are amazing! One of my friends is well...pretty much as obsessed as it gets. If you get her talking about them, she can't stop. Haha. It's all good though because I love hearing her crazy stories about the concerts she has been to. I made their song "I Must Be Dreaming" first up on my little ipod thing over there (>>) so you can have a listen if you like.

Happy 33 minutes left of monday!
Elle

Did I mention I hate retainers?

So here's the deal. I have a retainer. I HATE my retainer. It broke for the fourth time in six months about five minutes ago. Ugh. Since getting my two original retainers made in April, I have needed to get two new ones make because I keep freaking breaking them! I don't know what it is... I have never thrown them away, let them near the dog, or anything like that. I just take them out and they simply...break. My mother is not happy.

In other news fall break is in less than three weeks. What does one without a life do with a whole week to themselves? Since starting this new school I have no friends, so you can mark "spending time with friends" off the list. I could always go back and spend the week at my old school, but that is a little pathetic on my part. I am thinking about getting a job, so there is that option. Really all I want to do is travel. When my mom was young, she traveled all over the world, I guess that is where I get my need to see the world from. The problem is, the farthest we have ever gone is DisneyWord, and I live in Kentucky. Her idea of a fun vacation is going on the "Lincon Trail" which is going to lots of musems and basically stalking the guy. She wants to get a cabin in North Carolina when A) I think I have been there more than anyother state minus Ohio and Tennasee because we border them and B) No matter where we go we always rent a cabin in the middle of the woods. Always.

I REALLY want to go to Maine. You have no idea. Sadly, I don't think we will end up in Maine, and I will go into great detail later, but this post is getting kindof long and I don't want to bore you.

Be looking for my photography, coming up in later posts.
And a big thanks to all the people who have commented/followed this blog. You guys make my day :)

Have a great monday!
Elle

My Seventeen

Memories are fading...

There were 17 of us, and for the past nine years we had always been there for eachother. Through the laughs and the heartbreaks. If you fell, someone was always there to pick you up. And that building, as old as it was, was home. Spending practically your whole life at a Catholic school changes you. I've been growing up in a little bubble, sheltered from all the bad, and all the hate. A few weeks ago, that bubble was popped. Here I am, high school. Wow. I never thought that day would come. You know, it's odd; you spend your whole life trying to get out of somthing, then when you do, all you want is to go back.

All of us are now split up between 3 differant schools. Sure we still talk, but it will never be the same. I miss my 17, I miss being able to shine, I miss being able to show myself as I really am. This highschool thing isn't as easy as it looks. I would give anything to go back to how it was. But I can't. "Only the foolish dwell in the past, the wise look towards the future" is a quote I once heard, and I don't plan on being a fool. But i'm walking on a new path now, and I'm pretty sure it's not the path I want to be on.

Jambo =]

First off, I would like to say thanks for reading my blog. I have no clue how the heck you got here, but I am quite glad you did.

I guess since you have no idea who I am or what this blog is about, I should probably tell you a little bit about myself.

WELL:
I go by Elle, and I am 14 year old. Yes I know what you are thinking, oh great, I have stumbled upon the blog of a nieve child. Well, maybe you have, maybe you haven't. Is it possible that you could learn somthing from a teenage girl lacking a life? You never know unless you stick around to find out.

I have goals. I have my life planned out. I am a girl with dreams. My life consists of 5 goals, which I will elaborate on in later entries. What you need to know now is that I am an aspiring photographer. My biggest goal is to live in Tanzania, on the Sarengeti Plain, and be a wildlife photographer. Contrary to the ideas my Social Studies teacher is forcing upon me, I don't want to be rich. I don't want to live in a big mansion, and wear fancy clothes, and drive an expensive car. I want to have a nice, warm, safe home where I am happy, that is my goal. "Greed is good" is a phrase that enrages me. Greed is not good. Green gets you a big empty house with $2039403940 in taxes and 17 ex-wives.

So photography. As I was saying before, photography is one of the few things that make me happy. Macro photography and nature photography are my favorites, but I am willing to try anything that throws me a challenge. My highschool does not offer a photography class or club, so as for expanding my photography horizons I am simply dependant on my imagination and how many poses my dog can possibly strike.

Aside from photography, I enjoy creative writing. Four weeks into a creative writing class at my school and I have discovered I suck at poetry. I am an epic failure. The first thing I wrote about was a rose, thinking "Oh, the teacher will love this. Roses and poetry go together like peanut butter and jelly. Right?" Wrong. The next day she announced to the class that "rose" is the most overused subject in poetry. Roses and love. What a great start Elle. I think for now I am going to stick to the type of writing I am good at; Sarcastic writing, and for your sake, hopefully blogging.

I guess this is a pretty good length for a first post, although it really doesn't cover that much. You will learn more in the near future, I promise. I am one of those people who keeps everything bottled up inside, and in this blog, I am going to try really hard to unscrew the lid.

One more thing;
Since this pretty much consumes my life, I suppose you should know I am a pretty hardcore Jonas Brothers fan. Go ahead, roll your eyes. You don't have to like them, I understand if you don't. I just want you to know that I am not a "fake fan". I love more than their looks. I have not labed myself "Mrs. Jonas" and although all three boy are simply gorgous , I do not plan on claiming them as my own. They are people. We claim lost dogs, not people. All three are so incredibley talented. Nick is a true musician, and an amazing song writer. Joe can always make you laugh, and sure knows how to shake that tamborine. Kevin..Oh Kevin. Kevin is amazing. He always makes you smile. He himself has a beautiful, heartwarming smile and personality. I only wish I could be the kind of person Kevin is.

I'll try not to ramble on the Jonai, although they are my favorite subject. I can't help it sometimes, it just starts and I can't stop.

Best wishes now and forever,
Elle