How can i design my artist’s notebook?

For art class i need to design a front and back cover for my artists notebook, and it has to represent me. I’ll write some stuff about me and i need some ideas on how to incoraparate it into the front and back cover but by keeping everything harmonius. Who ever has they coolest idea gets 10 FREE POINTS.

My obsessions: Twilight saga, gilmore girls, mama mia the movie, love related songs, reading

Since i read mostly romance novels one of my main problems is that i get too attached to the characters in them and it breaks my heart to finish the book knowing that i’ll never read about them again.

I’m a big believer in dreams. I am fasinated with them adn even write my most vivid ones down. I beleive that in one form or another all of them will come true. Hopefully the nightmares are just symbols fopr my other fears. I probably only think that because some of my dreams have come true, and although they were kind of ordinary it was still really funny feeling such a strange sense of deja vu when they did. If i could i’d dream all day long.

Is it unfair of You’re the Dream, Unicorn! to ask me to marry him on bended knee, then choose another?

I mean, I already ordered my bouquet of zebra turds and plenty of ketchup for the wedding breakfast. I even gave him my wallet as a symbol of my eternal commitment.

But now he claims saying “I’m just kidding” is an adequate explanation for the fact my heart has been broken and trampled by stampeding zebras.

Will nobody defend my honour, and give him a toaster beating he’ll never forget?

really bad situation with my boyfriend?

So in the beginning of our relationship I told my boyfriend I do not want kids, nor do I want to get married (we have been together for four years) and he said that he didn’t want them either. So, on my 18th birthday he popped the question and I declined, saying that I do not like the idea of marriage. About 2 months later, the question of kids popped up. I said no, he threw a fit about how children are important and how they are a symbol of a loving relationship and all that.

He knew how I felt about these things! I am afraid of children! I can’t STAND them! I get this sort of panic attack when I get near them to the point where I feel faint. And he knew this!! As for marriage, I just don’t like the idea! So why is he trying to push all of this on me? I don’t want to break up with him because I do love him but why didn’t he just tell me the truth in the beginning and save the heart break?
So should I break up with him or talk to him about it? I’m sort of confused…
To answer your question, I am afraid of children because they scream, they cry, they mess things up, they drool, they throw up, and they just look gross! Babies scare me even more! When I was little I couldn’t even have a baby doll because they scared me so bad! I never quite figured out why but there is something about small children that grosses me out.

I am not afraid of marriage, I just like to know that my things are Mine, not his and not ours, but mine. I have my own house, my own car, my own furniture, everything! I bought that all on my own and I want the things that own to be strictly mine. That and because I like to go places on my own, like Europe, Asia, and most recently Australia. I go there on my own so that I can have me time, not victor and brittany time! Lol I want the companionship and love of a man but I also want my own life!
To answer your question, I am afraid of children because they scream, they cry, they mess things up, they drool, they throw up, and they just look gross! Babies scare me even more! When I was little I couldn’t even have a baby doll because they scared me so bad! I never quite figured out why but there is something about small children that grosses me out.

I am not afraid of marriage, I just like to know that my things are Mine, not his and not ours, but mine. I have my own house, my own car, my own furniture, everything! I bought that all on my own and I want the things that own to be strictly mine. That and because I like to go places on my own, like Europe, Asia, and most recently Australia. I go there on my own so that I can have me time, not victor and brittany time! Lol I want the companionship and love of a man but I also want my own life!

Do you think I can pull this off?

I’m twelve. I’m writing a story. Right now, it’s 57 pages in a regular document.
I’m writing it for myself right now. I’m definitely not ready to show it to anyone, because I don’t exactly know if I’m any good at writing or not yet.
I am happy with how far I’ve gotten, WAY further than I’ve expected. I just feel like it should be longer and more detailed, but I don’t know if I’m doing it wrong or not.
Do you think I can finish it? Do you think that some one at my age is able to write a good story? I am not giving up no matter what happens, even if everyone tells me that it is a stupid idea, but I wanted to know what you thought of it.
Here is a part of it. PLEASE tell me what you think, especially if it sucks, and be honest. I know I can improve but I just don’t know how.

I gazed in awe at the four life-sized statues. They were mounted on round platforms and encircled an odd symbol on the floor. It was breathtaking. They were so detailed and realistic that I was expecting one to just start moving. Every fold in their clothes, strand of hair, and wrinkle in the skin seemed to be real. Every expression was meaningful and powerful. My drawings seemed insignificant and childish compared to those works of art. I wondered what these people must have done to have those beautiful statues representing them. The artists must have put so much work and dedication into them that it struck me. I approached them carefully.
Slowly, I extended a hand to the statue nearest me and gently brushed the smooth marble. I almost expected my fingers to touch something soft and warm.
The statue was of a girl. She was magnificent, elegant, and strikingly beautiful. Her hair fell like a waterfall down to her waist, and she was wearing a dress that looked like it was made of the finest silk. Even though she was only a statue, I felt extremely plain and insignificant next to her. For some odd reason, her appearance reminded me of someone, but I couldn’t remember who.
Despite all of this, her delicate face was washed with so much sorrow it almost made my heart break. The emotion reflected strongly in every aspect of her, particularly her eyes. I felt angry for a second. It felt wrong for someone as fragile as her to have to deal with so much emotion. I felt that no one, no matter what they did, deserved to feel so much sorrow.
Sorry, the format got messed up in here. I DO indent, but I keep forgetting that it doesn’t show up.

japanese help!?

how do u say this in japanese and can u please give me the symbol for it please and thank yous!!

When you love someone
And they break your heart
don’t give up on love
Have faith, restart
Just hold on.