Monday, March 16, 2015

Blog review The Fishtail braid "The Freckled Fox."

I read her blog  'The Basics' Hair Week Tutorial #3: The Fishtail Braid
 This blog was honestly so helpful and great! Not only that but I felt I  could hear how she would speak she had so much enthusiasm and personality through her typing made it such a joy to read compared to a plan boring step by step. She also gave great photos step by step perfectly starting with how to grip the hair, to folding it over making sure it was the perfect amount to be visible from where I sat. All of the blogs I saw they were just profession not only from her designs which were all very neat and clean had a lot of pictures instead of just writing over writing she did a great way of catching my eye into her blogs due to her pictures made it fun to pick one and  Just made the whole blog look
more put together and professional. It was just original. It was fun and gives you an open mind
for knew ideas to try on your hair. I looked through at least eight other cites that I just felt were bland
to much writing and no valid information just a few photos and I didn't learn much or anything at all it bored me and made me think about my own more wondering if I could make mine better I feel If your doing hair pictures and videos will get a lot more attention then then if I just write endlessly and bore people. To conclude what I am trying to get at well I actually have two. First off I feel The Freckled Fox is an amazing blog and people should check it out and even take pointers from it and just have fun with it. Even try out a few of her interesting hair dos yourself. My second is I hope I learn from the blog to improve mine for more originality and just ideas to draw more attention.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Part three Bloggers choice #2


I Walked away from Niall and back to the hotel room as I walked in I felt the cold air hit my warm skin from the fan. I took a breath and sat down on the edge of the bed giving my brain a moment to try to absorb ever thing he said... Niall was a gambler..Niall stole a car, and killed someone...And now I'm apart of this I thought while holding my head in my hands and taking big breaths feeling useless I can't do anything to help or to get out of this I just have to go with this....

I decided then sat looking through the window to see Niall walking back to the room
I just sighed and tried to bring a decent smile to my face as he walked through the doors..
I failed.

"You doing okay? I understand if you don't trust me or dislike or hate..you don't have to fake your emotion with a sad smile." He spoke softly as he stood in front of me and gave a sigh.

I sat there silent for a few minutes looking at him trying to tell if he meant it or not.

"I don't dislike or hate you I still see you as a friend I just can't look at you the same your different
then the Niall I know...but it's okay." I spoke strongly and truthful then stood up facing a little lower then his face. due to the height distance then looked up at him.

"And now it's time to stop moaning and get to work. From here on I'll help you in any way i may, I don't seem to have anything better to do." I said with a little bit of a pitiful laugh then started gathering my things I knew we we're about to leave and didn't want to waste anytime. I know it's not fair that I don't get a choice..But this is still my life and I will live the most of it while I still can

I only pray one day this will all be a memory and I'll be home and things will be normal....  

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Part Two Bloggers Choice #1

It had been a month since my new knowledge of Niall had started we had been moving every other day going from hotel to hotel by now we had made it from norther California too Kansas the dead waste land just added to my depression. Feeling sick for the first week worried about my family praying these horrible people wouldn't lay a finger on their innocent selves... Then I started to worry about how scared they are. That my mother and Father are at home, When my roommate calls and curiously asks if they had seen me. I can imagine them share a worried look with each other then answer no. They call the Salon asking what happened. Peggy the desk girl saying no and probably telling them about the salon and the condition they found it in.. I imagine from there panic..tears my mother calling my brother Edward in desperation, hoping he'd know..even though me and my brother don't exactly speak anymore..but that's irrelevant for this time. I imagine him in shock I was never a girl for danger, I was quiet, minded my own business. Very safe and always thought to much before acting. From there I expect they called the cops from there and a missing poster is on every other building in town by the second week... I spent my whole first week of this run, repeating and repeating it in my head.. The second I spoke too Niall I quietly walked out too him as he sat towards the swimming pool in the middle of this cheap hotel the weather at least eighty five if not higher in the spring of Arizona. The sun slowly hitting the surface to set, I set beside him on a plastic chair and sat there silent for a moment he lifted his head waiting for me too speak.

I took a breath then...

"Hi." It was the first thing i had said too him in a week he gave me a small smile and sat up waiting for me to speak again.

"How are you feeling about this?" i asked him then took a breath

"Horrible about dragging you down with me i never meant too do this too you i hope you know that, but I enjoy your company if that means anything too you." he spoke with a quiet ton at the beginning
 and ended with some cheer slipping out of his lips. I gave him a smile and rested my head against my hand.

"Yeah but I've decided we can't exactly just fix it...and me shutting you out wont make it better,
so. But before we start whatever goes on from here..Tell me..everything." I spoke stern and strong sitting up as i spoke.

he sighed. he knew this would come he breathed softly as he ran his finger through his hair then pressed it too the back of his neck gripping it tightly then releasing and looked up to me his Bright hazel green eyes looked dim as they stared at me, Then he spoke.

"Alright I'll start from the start, a year ago I started gambling in underground casinos and I was actually pretty great at it. Going from table to table bringing in the cash, but after a while my luck faded, so I decided I needed some "Help" I would bribe people I barely knew to look at other peoples cards or distract while I could switch cards or while after a while I wasn't bringing in the money and there were people I didn't exactly pay so I went to "Him" I can't speak his name..He's the guy you go to when you need a loan and you have no other choice.

"While he gave me the money and I payed back the people, but I didn't get this for free...All I can say is I was stupid he wanted me to sneak into the Casino owners house and steal his prized possession. His 1970's Mustang  it was black with grey leather seats he kept it in the best condition... so I did it. The same night after I payed the people back I went to his house and stole it..But I got caught and he came at me with a gun so I hit him..and drove off when I delivered the car the man shook my hand and told me this was all over and to enjoy my life...And  I did for about a week til that Monday the morning was silent and I remember that morning it was freezing and quiet I slowly walked to the kitchen where I found a note stabbed in the table (You think you can kill are guy...Think again.) then a bullet shredded through the window missing me by inches before I could think I ran outside getting in my car and taking off I drove. I drove till I hit the border line of California and stayed at a cheap hotel I've been living like this for almost a year and a half."the spoke with regret in every word as he looked at the ground after speaking held his head in his hands.

"Oh." i answered quietly then quietly left.