So, spring break is over....what now??

So, now that spring break is over with, I look back at my spring break. I had a decent spring break, but it was rainy most days and that made it slightly not fun. But, I also had to take my Praxis I testing the saturday before having to head back to school. That wasn't a fun thing to do because I had to wake up at 5:30 in the morning and head out of my house by around 6:00 to make it upto my school by 7:30. Believe me, it's not a fun thing to do, espically while on break.

But, later on that day, it was fun and I enjoyed the rest of my saturday, after getting home around 1:00 Pm or so. Got to talk to the most amazing boyfriend in the entire world, got pelted by a bunch of cupcakes, and did a lot of fun stuff as well. So, in the end, my weekend was very fun and enjoyable, minus the going back to school part and the Praxis I testing part.

But, now that I'm back and Spring Break is offically over, I'm wondering what I'm going to do with myself. I feel like I'm stressing my eyeballs out. I have to work on a debate probject tomorrow with my Political Science 120 group. I also have to make sure to bring my grades up, even though I have been trying, but I have been sucking at it apparently. I just hate my Geography 102 class for the sheer fact that my teacher gives little video quizzes and little regular quizzes online and I always have a hard time with the regular reading quizzes because the answers are never in the book and I can never find the answers online and thus, I fail the quizzes and I'm going to talk to him tomorrow about it. I have an odd feeling at what he's going to say. "I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do to help you." Sadly enough, that's all he ever really says to help us. He says he wants to help us and yet, he sometimes doesn't help us with the things we need help with. But, that's a story for another day.

Well, at least there's only about a month and a half to two months left in the semester and until Summer Break. I'm going to need another break so that I don't completly and utterly loose my head. I'm also planning on taking some classes this summer at a local community college that I went to before going to Radford and then, having those classes I take transfer over to Radford, so I don't have to take them there and thus, would leave me open to take more classes, just in case. Knowing Radford, they might just be the end of me yet.

Anyways, I better let you guys so, I guess I'll talk to you guys later and I'll see you guys around!! :)

Valentine's Day coming soon to a town near you!!

Well, as you all you guys know, Valentine's Day is coming up in the next weekends. I can't believe it's almost a year since I met Kitty Sunny Dayz, one of the two loves of my life. Valentine's Day was the day I met and I fell in love with him that day too because he was so incrediable and amazing and I'm sooooooo glad I met him on that day. I can't believe it's been almost a year since I've met kitty. I remember that entire weekend quite well. I remember that on the 13th of February, the day before, which was a saturday, I came upto Radford University, for a couple hour tour of the campus, seeing if I wanted to come up here for good and apply and what-not. Several hours later, slightly after midnight, I met Kitty and we helped each other out of a deep hole.

Then, several weeks later, I met a guy named Scar, around St. Patrick's day. He was just as amazing Kitty and I wouldn't change meeting him either. Then, Scar and Kitty started dating each other not soon after because I had found someone really quick too. Then, the guy I had started dating had been lying to me, so I broke it off. Then, I heard that something happened to Kitty and Scar and then, Scar was like, it's ok if you want to date both of us, so we all started dating and we've been dating ever since.

I will say that I won't change my life for a thing. I know that Kitty, Scar and myself have all been through heck and high water, but we've made it through together. This Valentine's Day, I know I'll be with the two most incrediable guys in the entire world and I wouldn't change it for the world :) :D

So, here's an update on life :)

Well, what can I say about life right now? Well, a lot has happened since the beginning of 2011. I can't believe that it's already seven days into the new year. I just don't want to think about going back to school quiet yet. I go back to school until around Martin Luther King Jr. day and I start up my new major then as well. Also, I meet my guys of my life for the first time in real life in March, when I'm on spring break, so I'm really excited about that.

I can't wait to hold both my guys in March. Noone knows how much I've been waiting for that and everything. Kitty was suppose to come over Christmas/Winter break, but he lost his sister and wasn't able to come up here for my birthday. But, that's alright because it just means that I can have something to look foward to over Spring Break, for it means spring break will be ever so much more special. I can't wait for it and to hold my guys for the first time.

But, I start up the spring semester around the 17th or 18th of January and I can't wait for that to happen. I can't wait because it'll start up my history/social science degree program with a teaching option and I'm so happy about that. I'll miss some of the good people I've met while I was in the music department, but I am happy to be out of the music program. It was very heptic and I hated how I was always a little icky when I was in the music program. I wanted to get away from there every single last weekend and I was happy when friday at 4:00 PM came around because it meant that I was going to head home and I was very happy about that.

Well, onto some other news. Today, I heard about an Arizona senator being shot and some of her staff were killed by a twenty-two year old man. I'll tell you about his name when I learn more about what has been happening. But, this is a terrible loss for everyone because people's lives were taken today and others gravely injured and noone should have been hurt.

Well, I'm going to conclude today with a simple thought; Love thyself and love thy neighbor. With that, I love everyone and peace to everyone!! :)

~Jonathan Coleman

The tales of Beedle the Bard

The Tale of the Three Brothers:

There were once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight. In time, the brothers reached a river too deep to wade through and too dangerous to swim across. However, these brothers were learned in the magical arts, and so they simply waved their wands and make a bridge appear across the tracherous water. They were halfway across it when they found their path blocked by a hooded figure.

And Death spoke to them. He was angry that he had been cheated out of three new victims, for travelers usually drowned in the river. But, Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers upon their magic, and said that each had earned a prize for having been cleaver enough to evade him.

So the oldest brother, who was a combative man, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence: a wand that must always win duels for its owner, a wand worthy of a wizard who had conquered Death! So Death crossed to an elder tree on the banks of the river, fashioned a wand from a branch that hung there, and gave it to the oldest brother.

Then the second brother, who was an arrogant man, decided that he wanted to humiliate Death still further, and asked for the power to recall others from Death. So Death picked up a stone from the riverbank and gave it to the second brother, and told him that the stone would gave the power to bring back the dead.

And then Death asked the third and youngest brother what he would like. The youngest brother was the humblest and also the wisest of the brothers, and he did not trust Death. So he asked for something that would enable him to go forth from that place without being followed by Death. And Death, most unwillingly, headed over his own Cloack of Invisibilty.

Then, Death stood aside and allowed the three brothers to continue on their way, and they did so, talking with wonder of the adventure they had had, and admiring Death's gifts.

In due course the brtohers separated, each for his own destination.

The first brother traveled on for a week or more, and reaching a distant village, sought out a fellow wizard with whom he had a quarrel. Naturally, with the Elder Wand as a weapon, he could not fail to win the duel that followed. Leaving his enemy dead upon the floor, the oldest brother procceeded to an inn, where he boasted loudly of the powerful wand he had snatched from Death himself, and of how it made him feel invincible.

That very night, another wizard crept upon the oldest brother as he lay, wine-sodden, upon his bed. The thief took the wand and, for good measure, slit the oldest brother's throat.

And so Death took the first brother for his own.

Meanwhile, the second brother journeyed to his own home, where he lived alone. Here he took out the stone that had the power to recall teh dead, and turned it thrice in his hand. To his amazement and his delight, the figure of the girl he had once hoped to marry, before her untimely death, appeared at once before him.

Yet she was sad, and cold, sepearted from him by a veil. Though she had returned to the mortal world, she did not truly belong there and suffered. Finally the second brother, driven mad with hopeless longing, killed himself so as truly to join her.

And so Death took the second brother for his own.

But though Death searched for the third brother for many years, he was never able to find him. It was only when he had attained a great age that the youngest brother finally took off the Cloak of Invisibility and gave it to his son. And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life.

©2008 by J.K. Rowling

The tales of Beedle the Bard

Babbitty Rabbitty and her Cackling Stump:

A long time ago, in a far-off land, there lived a foolish King who decided that he alone should have the power of magic.

He therefore commanded the head of his ary to form a Brigade of Witch-Hunters, and issued the a pack of ferocious black hounds. At the same time, the King caused proclamations to be read in every village and town across the land: "Wanted by the King: Instructor in Magic."

No true witch or wizard dared volunteer for the post, for they were all in hiding from the Brigade of Witch-Hunters.

However, a cunning charlatan with no magical power saw a chance of enriching himself, and arrived at the palace, claiming to be a wizard of enormous skill. The charlatan performed a few simple tricks that convinced the foolish King of his magical powers, and was immediately appointed Grand Sorcerer in Chief, the King's Private Magic Master.

The charlatan bade the King give him a large sack of gold, so that he might purchase wands and other magical necessities. He also requested several large rubies, to be used in the casting of curative charms, and a silver chalice or two, for the storing and maturing of potions. All these things the foolish King supplied.

The charlatan stowed the teasure safely in his own house and returned to the palace grounds.

He did not know that he was being watched by an old woman who lived in a hovel on the edge of the grounds. Her name was Babbitty, and she was the washerwoman who kept the palace liens soft, fragrant, and white. Peeping fro behind her drying sheets, Babbitty saw the charlatan snap two twigs from one of the King's trees, and disappear into the palace.

The charlatan gave one of the twigs to the King and assured him that it was wa wand of tremendous power.

"It will only work, however," said the charlatan, "when you are worthy of it."

Every morning the charlatan and the foolish King walked out into the palace grounds, where they waved their wands and shouted nonsenese at the sky. The charlatan was careful to perform more tricks, so that the King remained convinced of his Grand Sorcerer's skill, and of the power of the wands that had cost so much gold.

One morning, as the charlatan and the foolish King were twirling their twigs, and hopping in circles, and chanting meaningless rhymes, a loud cackling reached the King's ears. Babbitty the washerwoman was watching the King and the charlatan fro the window of her tiny cottage, and was laughing so hard she soon sank out of sight, too weak to stand.

"I must look undignified, to make the old washerwoman laugh so!" said the king. He ceased his hopping and twig-twirling, and frowned. "I grow weary of practice! When shall I be ready to perform real spells in from of my subjects, Sorcerer?"

The charlatan tried to soothe his pupil, assuring him that he would be caple of astonishing feats of magic, but Babbitty's cakling had stung the foolish King more than the charlatan knew.

"Tomorrow," said the King, "we shall invite our court to watch their King perform magic!"

The charlatan saw that the time had come to take his treasure and flee.

"Alas, Your Majesty, it is impossible! I had forgotten to tell Your Majesty that I must set out on a long journey tomorrow--"

"If you leave this palace without my permission, Sorcerer, my Brigade of Witch-Hunters will hunt you down, with their hounds! Tomorrow morning you will assist me to perform magic for the benefit of my Lords and Ladies, and if anybody laughs at me, I shall have you beheaded!"

The King stormed back to the palace, leaving the charlatan alone and afraid. Not all his cunning could save him now, for he could not run away, nor could he help the King with magic that neither of them knew.

Seeking a vent for his fear and his anger, the charlatan approached the window of Babbitty the washerwoman. Peering inside, he saw the little old lady sitting at her table, polishing a wand. In a corner, behind her, the King's sheets were washing themselves in a wooden tub.

The charlatan understood at once that Babbitty was a true witch, and that she who had given him an awful problem could also solve it.

"Crone!" roared the charlatan. "Your cackling has cost me dear! If you fail to help me, I shall denounce you as a witch, and it will be you who is torn apart by the King's hounds!"

Old Babbitty smiled at the charlatan, and assured him that she would do everything in her power to help.

The charlatan instruected her to conceal herself inside a bush while the King gave his magical display, and to perform the King's spells for him without his knowledge, /babbitty agreed to the plan, but asked one question.

"What, sir, if the King attempts a spell Babbitty cannot perform!"

The charlatan scoffed.

"Your magic is more than equal to that fool's imagination," he assured her, and he retired to the castle, well pleased with his own cleverness.

The following morning all the Lords and Ladies of the kingdom assembled in the palace grounds. The King climbed onto a stage in front of them, with the charlatan by his side.

"I shall firstly make this Lady's hat disappear!" cried the King, pointed his twig at a noblewoman.

From inside a bush nearby, Babbitty pointed her wand at the hat, and caused it to vanish. Great was the astonishment and the admiration of the crowd, and loud their applause from the jubilant King.

"Next, I shall make that horse fly!" cried the King, pointing his twig at his own steed.

From inside the bush, Babbitty pointed her wand at the horse and it rose high into the air.

The crowd was still more thrilled and amazed, and they roared their appreciation of their magical King.

"And now," said the King, looking all around for an idea; and the Captain of his Brigade of Witch-Hunters ran foward.

"Your Majesty," said the Captain, "this very morning, Sabre died of eating a poisonous toadstool! Bring him back to life, Your Majest, with your wand!"

And the Captain heaved onto the stage with the lifeless body of the largest of the witch-hunting hounds.

The foolish King brandished the twig and pointed it at the dead dog. But inside the bush, Babbitty smiled and did not trouble to lift her wand, for no magic can raise the dead.

When the dog did not stir, the crowd began first to whisper, and then to laugh. They suspected that the King's first two feats had been mere tricks after all.

"Why doesn't it work?" the King screamed at the charlatan, who berthought himself of the only rust left to him.

"There, Your Majest, there!" he shouted, pointing at the bush where Babbitty sat concealed. "I see her plain, a wicked witch who is blocking your magic with her own evil spells! Seize her, sobody seize her!"

Babbitty fled from the bush, and the Brigade of Witch-Hunters set off in pursuit, unleashing their hounds, who bayed for Babbitty's blood. But as she reached a low hedge, the little witch vanished from sight, and when the King, the charlatan, and all of the courtiers gained the other side, the found the pack of witch-hunting hounds barking and scrabbling around a bent and aged tree.

"She has turned herself into a tree!" screamed the charlatan, and dreading lest Babbitty turn back into a woman and denounce him, he added. "Cut her down, Your Majesty, that is the way to treat evil witches!"

An axe was brought at once, and the old tree was felled to loud cheers from the courtiers and the charlatan.

However, as they were making ready to return to the palace, the sound of loud cackling stopped them in their tracks.

"Fools!" cried babbitty's voice from the stump they had left behind.

"No witch or wizard can be killed by being cut in half! Take the axe, if you do not believe me, and cut the Grand Sorcerer in two!"

The Captain of the Brigade of Witch-Hunters was eager to make the experiment, but he raised the axe the charlatan fell to his knees, screaming for mercy and confessing all his wickedness. As he was dragged away to the dungeons, the tree stumped cackled more loudly than ever.

"By cutting a witch in half, you have unleashed a dreadful curse upon your kingdom!" it told the petrified King. "Henceforth, every stroke of harm that you inflict upon my fellow witches and wizards will feel like an axe stroke in your own side, until you will wish you could die of it!"

At that, the King fell to his knees too, and told the stump that he would issue a proclamation at once, protecting all the witches and wizards of the kingdom, and allowing them to practice their magic peace.

"Very good" said the stump, "but you have not yet made amends to Babbitty!"

"Anything, anythinag at all!" cried the foolish King, wringing his hands before the stump.

"You will erect a statue of Babbitty upon me, in memory of your poor washerwoman, and to remind you forever of your own foolishness!" said the stump.

The King agreed to it at once, and promised to engage the foremost sculptor in the land, and have the statue made of pure gold. Then the shamed King and all of the noblemen and -women returned to the palace, leaving the tree stump cackling behind them.

When the grounds were deserted once more, there wriggled from a hole between the roots of the tree stump a stout and whiskery old rabbit with a wand clamped between her teeth. Babbitty hopped out of the grounds and far away, and ever after a gold statue of the washerwoman stood upon the tree stump, and no witch or wizard was persecuted in the kingdom again.

©2008 by J.K. Rowling