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Chelisa

Special Presentation

Okay, so I know this is being a little obsessive, but I wanted to make it anyway. It is a Twilight Photo Player! ha haha. Yeah, whatever, anyway, I will be creating another Photo/Video player in a couple days, but it will be pictures from MY life. Here is the player:




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Chelisa

"Sweet Calling"

I have written something, and it was for Finals English, and the teacher made a copy for me, so i think I'll type it on here. Even though it's a very short story, it's going to take up a lot of space.

Now, just to let everyone know, this is a fictional story. It is nothing like my thoughts on Romeo and Juliet. So, if you have any critique on my writing style, there is the comment thingy below!

Sweet Calling

Everything from one summer came rushing back to me, as fast as the the wind could blow and water could flow. It didn't matter that the surroundings around me were dark, or that the autumn leaves were already starting to fall. It didn't matter that I was in a cemetery, fighting all of the emotions that wanted to crawl out.

Nothing mattered but the truth, that that summer I had brought back every scent, smell, and sight that I thought I'd never want to remember.

This was her last summer. Amber's. I recall her saying that it made her feel free to know that soon enough, after that summer, she'd be gone in Heaven, with nothing weighing her down. I focused on different things. Like, how much time I could get in before she was gone, or maybe even being able to know her better than I ever did.

I was leaning against a huge oak tree, watching Amber attempting to fish, always getting her line caught on her pole. It was hot, not the hottest ever, but enough for me to take off my jacket, and splash my face with water from the river. My feet were bare, and my hair was tied in a small knot at the back of my head. The breeze that surrounded me played with the leaves up in the forest canopy. Amber reeled in her hook, but didn't do anything after.

"I'm done," she said, leaning her rod against a rock on the bank. She looked all around her, and rose her hands high up in the air. "Hello Mother Nature. How are you doing today? Are you still standing?" she called.

I laughed for some reason, thinking her sudden outburst was funny. The feelings I felt at that moment are indescribable. It was almost pure joy, it was palpable. It penetrated me. Yet, at the times when I'd feel amazing, I'd sink, knowing that what was happening then could be the last moments.

At night I'd dream of mountains, and an angel above them, belting out her songs so the whole world could hear. Each song explained struggles and triumphs, pain and loss, that would turn to nothing when you left.

I'd toss and turn, waking up to find a smile planted permanently on my face.

And then when morning broke, I'd call Amber, telling her everything.

"Amber, I think you're going to be an angel."

"Really? What makes you so sure of that? What if I've done something bad?"

I shrugged it off. "You? Bad?"

"Right. Me. Bad. Not going to happen." She laughed. But, I could feel something behind it. Her voice faltered everytime I tried to talk about what was going to happen. She'd become silent, and then talk of something else.

"I'm scared," she finally said.

"Me too."

When things started to get worse for her, I'd be there. I'd always tell her that it was going to be

OK. Nothing was going to happen...

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Standing in that waiting room, picking at a vending machine muffin, I was overcome with grief. I knew the moment was coming. The moment when she would die.

She had gotten so bad over the last couple of weeks. I always tried to think of positive things, like, mabe strawberries. Because, strawberries are good, right? They are red, juicy and sweet, and so warm. But, that didn't help. I kept paying attention to things I could've cared less about. Like, how the sound of the clocks ticking was deafening. Each stroke resembled another minute a doctor didn't come out of those double doors to tell me something.

Amber's parents were there, cuddled together, talking into each other's shoulders.
I'd notice how Amber's mom's left earing would dangle just a bit more than her right, or how fake gold was chipping off of the silver beneath. I'd take attention to the glare in the huge windows, how it was dark outside, and bright inside the hospital, and everything would reflect

back to me.

I'd know that the moon was too bright to see any crescents, or tell if it was completely full or not. I couldn't see the stars. I was surrounded by all of these things, all of these small things that were unimportant. And it was all because I was waiting. Waiting for something to happen. Something that would make me feel alive in a building full of death.

But, there was no chance of me feeling alive when thirty minutes later a doctor came out and said my friend wasn't.

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Somehow I managed to cry. I wasn't in enough shock that I stood still, not doing anything. I knew this was coming. Yet, I couldn't help the fact that fingers were going numb and my heart was about to fall out of my chest, numb as well.

Sometimes dreams come true, and three weeks after she died, I could hear the sweetest melody coming from across the river. It made me go to sleep for the first time, because I knew that Amber had found a place.

So, now, in the cemetery, with Amber underneath of me, and her headstone in front, I put down wild flowers in front of the angel that is carved there.

Thanks!

Written by Chelisa

And They Keep Comin'

This is going to suck because only five can be shown and there are six more that I want to show. I guess I can live without one of them. Here are the rest:








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More Pictures

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Yes, I have to put more pictures up on a different post! Yes, because the other one wouldn't let me put more than five pictures at one time! I know! There is going to be another post too, so be ready. Here they are:

Pictures

I've decided to add some pictures that I recently shot. So, here they are:

Chelisa

Poems

WHAT I AM
I am curious and genuine
I wonder why the world is still here
I hear silence and hushed words
I see my mother happy and my grandma well
I want to give the last penny I have
I am curious and genuine

I imagine that Heaven will be better
I feel hurt then forgiving
I affect the people that surround me, not matter who
I worry that I will never experience the greatest power in the world
I cry because I am thankful for everything God has done for me
I am curious and genuine

I understand that my time on this planet is short
I say what I feel, and express it in every sentence
I dream that I will be able to rise above my mistakes, as well as others
I hope for the best, even though I know it is a wild hope
I am curious and genuine.

CYCLES
Rain pours down all of my limbs
And climbs back up my spine;
The cold tingles, while heat courses.
My mind is racing, in the middle of my heart.

Rain turns to hail,
Which pelts me, and bruises me
Like I am a statue in the middle of a field.

Hail turns to fire,
Magnificent and bright,
Shimmering in all of its splendor.
The cycle began, and it ended.
Now I am filled with bitterness and
Joy from the rain's demise
To it's start all over again.

-Chelisa (written by me)

Comment all you like, doesn't matter if it's harsh. I'm used to that.

Chelisa

School's Out In...

Well, this is quite exciting, but then, maybe it's not...

What am I going to do for the summer after June 18? It's going through my mind...it is coming...it is WORK. I will have to work, to build up for my ownership of the car I am going to get. Because I have to pay for gas and insurance.

So, what day does school get out for you, or has it already gotten out?


Chelisa

Romeo and Juliet: Who's to Blame?

Now I know that I haven't done a R & J related topic in, let's say, a week or so, but I thought I entertain some people with my opinions! They always get things going!

This short little blurb was created for school, and school only, but now I want to share it with the world! That was cheesy, but yeah. It's not great, because I had to shorten it, and you will find run on things, but try not to bash me too bad.

ROMEO AND JULIET: WHO'S TO BLAME?

In William Shakespeare's play, Romeo and Juliet, I think that Romeo is to blame for the young lovers' deaths.

There are many reasons why Romeo is to blame for both his, and Juliet's death. One of them is when he fought Tybalt. That is where he started the whole mess. Romeo: "Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, that late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul is but a little way above our heads, staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him." (3.1.129)... "[They fight; TYBALT falls.]" Romeo fights Tybalt because Tybalt fought Mercutio and killed him. Romeo is avenging Mercutio's killer. This is the dreadful turn-around in the story that threatens Romeo and Juliet's love.

I also think Romeo is to blame for their deaths because he killed himself, and if he wouldn't have, Juliet would have awoken to find him alive, not dead, and she wouldn't have killed herself, with an end result of them both alive, not dead. Romeo: "Here's to my love! [Drinks.] O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. [Falls.]" (5.3.130) Here, Romeo kills himself because he sees Juliet [supposedly] dead, and he cannot live without her love. Juliet waks up to find him dead, and since she cannot live without his love, she kills herself with a knife. The end result is both of the lovers lying on the ground over each other.

Romeo is to be blamed for the killing of both he and Juliet, because he made all of the enormous mistakes, that became life threatening mistakes, that overall sealed their fate.

Just to let everyone know, there are many people, things, to choose from for the list of Who is to Blame so, don't hate me for saying Romeo is to blame. That's just my thoughts for ya!

Thanks!

Chelisa

Update

I have allowed my friend, Rachel, total access to my blog, so if you see Rachel at the bottom of the post, you'll know that she wrote it!

Just wanted to clear the air.

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Chelisa

Global Warming: A Different Side

Handwerk, Brian. “Global Warming: How Hot? How Soon?” National Geographic. http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news//2005/07/0727_050727_globalwarming.html

This article examines some different effects global warming could or will have on planet Earth. Possible outcomes and reactions are theorized and tested as well as applied to the larger picture of the future.

An interesting fact: soils hold roughly five times the amount of carbon that is held in the atmosphere. An experiment performed by John Harte, an ecosystem sciences professor, examined in this article was dealing with artificially heating a section of a meadow. He found that more than 20% of the carbon in the soil was let off into the air after being heated up by 2°C. With that much more CO₂ in the air, even worst case scenarios aren’t accurate predictions. On top of this, sage brush overtook flowers to an extent and altered the overall plant community. Similar studies done on bogs, prairies, and tundra ecosystems are starting to show related outcomes.

Also as expected anything frozen on the surface of the planet is taking a bit of a beating from global warming. Glaciers around the world are shrinking (though a number are still advancing), and the snows of Mount Kilimanjaro are melting away. Arctic communities are considering relocation as permafrost is causing dangerous shifts and shrinkage in the ground they cover. And polar bears are expected to lose one third of their population in the next 50 years. Other animals and plants are expected to react somewhat similarly to warming as well.

Due to global warming some species of animals are expected to change breeding seasons, migratory paths, and their native/natural range. Hector Galbraith, of Galbraith Environmental Sciences and the University of Colorado at Boulder used this scenario: In North America forests are susceptible to insect invasions. Song birds help keep the insects in control which aids the trees. If the birds find a different range due to warming, more trees would fall victim to the bugs, which means more dead trees, more fire from said dead trees, and more CO₂ in the air.

Overall global warming isn’t really getting better, but it is being well researched by some which is drawing interesting conclusions or possibilities for the future of Earth. This article did a clear interesting job at explaining the experiments, outcomes, and projections of the years to come.

Written by Rachel
A good friend of mine.

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Chelisa