Autumn Sky

In my last entry I poked fun at the End World Hunger ribbons so many people (*coughn00bscough*) put in the upper corners of the websites? Well, as luck would have it I found this website that can help me in my contribution to end world poverty and not include that ridiculous ribbon on my website.

The website is Freerice.com. Freerice allows anyone to visit the site and donate rice to people in need for free. How does it work? Well, this is the cool part. Freerice doesn’t only help end world hunger, it also helps educate. It’s a game that builds your vocabulary and challenges your mind. You may be familiar with it if you’ve ever taken an English test. It’s a simple game of anagrams. The levels increase with 5 correct answers. For one correct answer you donate 20 grains of rice to the UN to distribute to people in need. What could be cooler than that? So far my highest level has been 32 and I’ve donated 2340 grains of rice. I challenge anyone to beat this score without using external help (wikipedia, dictionary.com, et cetera). I’m sure it’s not the highest score, but I’m a little proud of it. I have to admit, the “game” itself is a little addicting.

I do have a concern with “ending world hunger”, simply because hunger isn’t something that can end. Hunger is something that will continue forever, not matter what. I also don’t like the movement because of the motivations of some of the people who support it, mostly my peers. It is almost as if people support this and anti-globalwarming movements because it’s trendy. Please remember that when you set out to do something like this, do it because you want to help people not be trendy. Also, remember to fully research any movement or group that you’re supporting.

To see more about helping others around the world, visit Poverty.com.

Now playing: My Chemical Romance - The Sharpest Lives

Yes, this is Linda Belle once again. I would like to take a moment to thank Meli so much for posting an update of my situation so quickly. (I know she was itching to post on her old site again!) I’d also like to plug her site, Melilyn.com. I must say, the pros of having a car wreck are seeing how many people love you to pieces, and also having your best friend redesign your website to look friggin’ awesome; be looking for the redesign soon.

I thought I would take this blog entry to share my experience the past three weeks (pre and post) my car wreck. Some of it has been written in the hospital, some in a cabin in the woods, and some right before it’s published. So, this is a lengthy blog entry. I also want to discuss some modifications the wreck has made on what I want for the future. It’s hard to even imagine that I’m describing what potentially could have been my last day on Earth in this blog; a site that so few people that are actually involved in my life read. I hope this entry isn’t completely painful for you to read. I hope that you do read all of it, just so you may be able to take a look at your own life.

First, I’d like to remind you that I was diagnosed in May with bipolar disorder type I. A disorder that has made me question very aspect of reality, human emotion, and time. In May I seriously attempted suicide, but failed. This led to a change in religious belief, outlook, and also ended with a tattoo. Read the rest of this entry »

In our childhood, we become captivated by a magical world that elaborate fairy tales create. As children, we eagerly listened to our mothers or fathers vividly recite to us a delicately woven story of a fairy princess and her prince. Even as adults, we can sometimes lose ourselves in that elegant and fragile world of a fairy tale. As we progress into adulthood, we forget the initial enchantment we experienced as children when we heard our first real fairy tale. However, we don’t have to forget the wonder and magic from our childhood.

Having a mother whose name was Belle, and sharing that name with me, didn’t ever strike me as anything significant. It wasn’t until I was eight and saw Disney’s Beauty and the Beast that I became captivated with the magic of the French farm girl who shared my name and sang about a quiet village. That summer, my grandmother had somehow procured a copy of the VHS. She set me down in front of the television one afternoon, no doubt when I was begging for her to help me draw a mural with sidewalk chalk. As an eight year old growing up in the nineties, I was instantly hypnotized by the opening Disney logo. This was all mystifying to me: the ancient looking styling of the beginning cartoon sequence, the whispery story of the prince and the rose, and the introduction to a strange girl who lived in a world beyond this one. Read the rest of this entry »

minus the violent, potential abusive husband aspect of it…

My friend and I have this funny inside joke when a “hot” guy walks away. Besides the under-the-breath “meows” and various cat calls we’ll shout “LOVE ME!” as he is walking out of the room. I guess we all want to find someone who will love us for who we are, all out little quirks. Whether this is a comedy stunt or not, I think all viewers can see a little of themselves in this guy’s desperation.

In our society I think we’re conditioned to believe that there is that one and only person hidden under a rock somewhere that has the ability to love us no matter what, a “soul mate”. I’ve always thought that I may have a chance at finding this one true human being, some day. Until now, I never stopped to wonder why I feel like I need another human being to love me? Am I that insecure that to feel validated as a good person means being unconditionally loved by another person?

A relationship that’s based purely on love burns up fast. We think we have a right to be loved and to be happy. I think the first think to realize is that we have to be whole within ourselves before looking for a partner. When you realize that you’re not a broken person, then you’ll be able to love someone else with your whole heart. Isn’t that what you both deserve?

I feel like I’m on this weird quest to find myself and be happy without material things. Maybe this post is a result to a week’s worth of searching, but I’d like to know what you think on the subject.

The following is a typical Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday for me:

Morning Routine
I wake up in the morning around nine or ten to my CD alarm clock. I turn it off, get up, put my glasses on, and return all texts and calls on my phone. I then sleepily make my way to my computer, boot her up, and open iTunes. I check all three of my emails, my deviantArt, my Myspace, and sing Imogen Heap at the top of my voice. I bring the dog in (my mom let him out at seven thirty), feed him, and play with him. Then I turn off iTunes, get a towel, and turn on my hot water for a morning shower. I turn my shower CD player on and sing Panic! at the Disco (the only CD that resides in my house, the rest are in the car) at the top of my voice. I blow dry my hair, pick out an outfit, check my email again, Stumble on Firefox for a few minutes before realizing I may be late, let the dog back out, put on make-up, let the dog back in, wash my hands, gather my belongings, find my keys, locate appropriate footwear, and then I finally leave the house. Read the rest of this entry »