Thanks for following, Amber!
Well, V-Day is closing in on us! Haha, that sounded ominous >:D I don't usually get that into the holiday besides getting candy from my parents and making cards for my grandparents. However, I thought it might be nice to do some festive things on the blog for a couple of days leading up to the big day.
I should have started this sooner. *mentally kicks self* I love countdowns. I can't believe I missed this. Now I have all these cool Valentine's Day Countdown ideas! D: Fail on my part for being out of it.
*tragic sigh, plays violins*
'Kay, so anyway, in honor of the holiday of love, I've decided to post my top ten favorite examples of love in books!
1. "Angel in the Square" - Misha and Katya
The relationship between Misha and Katya is one of my all time favorite portrayals of love. Misha and Katya are cousins, but raised as brother and sister during the Russian revolution. Misha teases and is often scornful toward Katya, and she in turn irritates him and mocks his ways of thinking. You would never know how strong their love for each other is until the revolution parts them. The distance between them only reveals to themselves as well as the reader just how much they cherish each other. Their relationship is so deep and beautiful that I fall in love with them both every time I read the book.
2. "Eragon" - Eragon and Sapphira
Eragon's and Sapphira's love is so fun and unconditional. I just love it. They have no choice but to be in each other's heads 24/7, and they still love each other for who they are. Their relationship is intimate and comfortable and a great example of true friendship. They share thoughts and experiences, and help each other through the tough times.
3. "Lord of the Rings" - Sam and Frodo
I will admit it: I have been known to cry during the LotR movies simply because Sam and Frodo's relationship is so wonderful. I think Sam represents exactly what a true friend should be. He sticks by Frodo even when it's the most difficult and painful thing he could possibly do. Even when Frodo is plain unfair to him and sends him away, Sam looks past that and remains a loyal and true friend.
4. "Betsy-Tacy series" - Betsy and Joe
I love Betsy and Joe, and I love them together :) They make a great and complex couple. They have very similar personalities at some points, but balance each other well at others. Although they don't always get along, they do always end up working things out. Starting out as acquaintances, moving on to friends, and finally realizing their love for each other, Betsy and Joe's story is a wonderful journey to follow.
5. "A Spark of Strenght" - Ember and Coal
Ah, yes. Unrequited, but still strong love. Ember and Coal have an interesting relationship because it is never addressed as a real relationship. Ember silently (well, mostly silently XD) loves Coal, but he never looks at her as anything more than the sparktress (girl) who's always been around. He likes her as a sister, but never in any outward way. Ember and Coal's relationship is a bit hard to handle sometimes because of the silent ups and downs, but still a very intriguing situation.
6. "On to Oregon" - John and his siblings
Such a favorite story :) I fell in love with this book the first time I read it. Anyway, due to unfortunate circumstances, John Sager is forced to lead his six younger siblings across the prairie to get to their father's dream land. John has a hard time expressing his love to his siblings, but the reader easily picks up on the deep feelings of affection and protection that rage inside him.
7. "The Two Princesses of Bamarre" - Addie and Meryl
Princess Addie and Princess Meryl have a really good relationship as sisters and best friends. While complete opposites, they love each other with their whole hearts and would do anything for each other. The loyalty and friendship in their relationship is really great.
8. "The Lily series" - Lily and Art
Especially in the last books in the series, I love the relationship between Lily and her older brother, Art. He's there for her and helps her and gives her advice, but in a very realistic way. I don't like books that portray sibling relationships as really two-dimensional and perfect. Lily and Art have a wonderful love/"hate" thing going on that makes me want to read the books over and over again. He really comes through for her, and she can go to him with her tough problems. A great example of love there.
9. "The Giver" - Jonas and the Giver
I think the mentoring relationship that Jonas has with the Giver is really fascinating. They both benefit from each other, and it's really nice to see Jonas soaking in the wisdom from such a wonderful mentor.
10. "Bible" - God and us :)
The best example of love of all! God loves us more than we can ever realize. He would do anything for you. He would die for you. Oh, wait, he already did! ;) God's love for us is the perfect love. It's all my favorite elements combined!
The protective, fun love of Misha and Katya;
the all-knowing love of Eragon and Sapphira;
the unfailingly loyal love of Sam and Frodo;
the strong, silent love of Ember and Coal;
the sweet, fierce love of John and his siblings;
the friendly love of Addie and Meryl;
the practical, realistic love of Lily and Art;
the wise, mentoring love of Jonas and the Giver.
God loves us in every way possible, and more than we can imagine!
This Valentine's Day, don't just honor the love of two lovers. True love comes in many different forms; let's cherish them all :)
~Kendra
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Friday, February 12, 2010
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Twenty Awesome Things About Today
Hey, thanks to Josh S. for following!
Twenty days until Christmas!
Twenty Awesome (well, mostly) Things About Today:
[Introduction:
Matt: 13-year-old "little brother" I've known for...a decade.
Katie: 10 (will be 11 in...9 days)-year-old "little sister", I've known for a decade.
Hershey: Their English springer spaniel
Cassie Roads: 17 girl at my church and school :D]
1. My family and a couple of other families went over to Matt and Katie's house to have lunch and help decorate the tree, etc.
2. Katie said we were her cousins (we're not technically related, like, at all).
3. I got to help her and Matt with school work.
4. Matt, Cassie Roads and I watched UP, Robots AND The Incredibles.
5. My family wanted to do some Christmas shopping, but I told them I was staying at Matt and Katie's house. So they left me :D
6. I fell asleep on the couch upstairs with Matt and Cassie while watching The Incredibles.
7. I was jolted awake when Matt slapped my feet. He was like, "Oh. Sorry. I thought Hershey (the dog) drug something up..." -.-
8. Matt let me hold his Ugly Doll (which I think is ADORABLE).
9. I fell asleep again holding said Ugly Doll.
10. Matt woke me up AGAIN and then took the Ugly Doll away.
11. And then hurled it at my head.
12. I hurled it back.
13. (repeat twelve or thirteen times)
14. Matt's dad came in when were all talking about something that COULD have been really wrong, but it wasn't, but he came in at just the wrong time, so...
15. I got to eat pizza.
16. I drew the world's cutest stick-family on a napkin.
17. Matt kept taking/threatening to shred/hiding the napkin.
18. I accidentally LEFT the napkin :'(
19. Matt did an absolutely ***HILARIOUS*** impression of a Southern Gospel Preacher (I was dying on the floor laughing).
20. I had a big family from 12:30 until 9 tonight, and I am very happy but lonely now O.O,
So basically, awesome day that I hope I'll remember forever and ever :)
P.S.
EXTRAS:
21: Matt singing "How Many Kings" until he got so sick of it he started moaning.
22. Matt shooting us with Nerf guns all day at random times.
23. Hershey chasing stuff behind the couch at lightning speed.
24. Mrs. Martha (M and K's mom) telling Matt to stop acting like a little brother to me and be gentlemen (insert actually LOL).
Twenty days until Christmas!
Twenty Awesome (well, mostly) Things About Today:
[Introduction:
Matt: 13-year-old "little brother" I've known for...a decade.
Katie: 10 (will be 11 in...9 days)-year-old "little sister", I've known for a decade.
Hershey: Their English springer spaniel
Cassie Roads: 17 girl at my church and school :D]
1. My family and a couple of other families went over to Matt and Katie's house to have lunch and help decorate the tree, etc.
2. Katie said we were her cousins (we're not technically related, like, at all).
3. I got to help her and Matt with school work.
4. Matt, Cassie Roads and I watched UP, Robots AND The Incredibles.
5. My family wanted to do some Christmas shopping, but I told them I was staying at Matt and Katie's house. So they left me :D
6. I fell asleep on the couch upstairs with Matt and Cassie while watching The Incredibles.
7. I was jolted awake when Matt slapped my feet. He was like, "Oh. Sorry. I thought Hershey (the dog) drug something up..." -.-
8. Matt let me hold his Ugly Doll (which I think is ADORABLE).
9. I fell asleep again holding said Ugly Doll.
10. Matt woke me up AGAIN and then took the Ugly Doll away.
11. And then hurled it at my head.
12. I hurled it back.
13. (repeat twelve or thirteen times)
14. Matt's dad came in when were all talking about something that COULD have been really wrong, but it wasn't, but he came in at just the wrong time, so...
15. I got to eat pizza.
16. I drew the world's cutest stick-family on a napkin.
17. Matt kept taking/threatening to shred/hiding the napkin.
18. I accidentally LEFT the napkin :'(
19. Matt did an absolutely ***HILARIOUS*** impression of a Southern Gospel Preacher (I was dying on the floor laughing).
20. I had a big family from 12:30 until 9 tonight, and I am very happy but lonely now O.O,
So basically, awesome day that I hope I'll remember forever and ever :)
P.S.
EXTRAS:
21: Matt singing "How Many Kings" until he got so sick of it he started moaning.
22. Matt shooting us with Nerf guns all day at random times.
23. Hershey chasing stuff behind the couch at lightning speed.
24. Mrs. Martha (M and K's mom) telling Matt to stop acting like a little brother to me and be gentlemen (insert actually LOL).
Sunday, November 22, 2009
The Question You've Always Wanted Me to Answer...
Why Do I Want an Older Brother?
Those of you who have been following my blog for a while know what my number one wish is.
Yes, you groaned correctly: an older brother.
*sigh* The subject seems old, tired, and dusty to me. It's such a part of me and the way I think, that every time I have to think about it, it feels overdone. Wanting an older brother is like breathing to me. I want one, and that desire sits at the back on my mind 24/7.
But...why? We all know how much I want one, just judging by the posts that talk about it:
My Biggest Wish
Sunny Sundays and Protocol
Questioning God
Challenge and Update
Top Five
Lost: One Beautiful, Red LG Shine Cell Phone
Jace Wayland
Observing the Male Specimen
Another Amazing Day!
Post 200: The Mission Trip and Him
*mutters and moans*
Change
Mary and Martha: God's Custom-Made Love
Character Day: Taking Sibling Rivalry To a Whole 'Nother Level
That is 14 posts, folks. All have at least SOMETHING to do with my desire for an older brother.
But the question remains:
WHYYYYYY?????????
I was a pretty happy little kid, but from the time I could talk (literally), I've asked for only one thing consistently: an older brother.
When I was two, my parents calmly explained to me that that was impossible. God had given me to them first, not a boy.
Even at that young age I was nobody's idiot. I remember staring back at my parents, wondering if they were really that slow.
"ADOPT."
I mean, really? This is not rocket science, folks. Of course, my parents told me that adopting wasn't possible at the time. We weren't rich by any stretch of the imagination, and they didn't feel like God was calling them to do that right then.
So, whatever. I decided to take matters into my own hands. If I couldn't have a real brother, I would have to fake it. All my imaginary games began to incorporate a "big brother". Then I started claiming these two teenaged twin boys at my old church: Jeremy and Jason. They were fifteen years older than me, but I figured they'd do. I liked them, so I started telling everyone that they were my brothers. I guess people thought a sweet little two year old wouldn't lie, so they started believing me. That left my parents in an interesting position when word got around to them about their extra kids...
When I was five, we left our old church and started the awesome one I go to now. Wh--
Oh, DANG IT. I just let the cat out of the bag. *sigh* Yes, my Daddy's a pastor. Don't judge me XD
When we left our old church, I was brother-less for a while, but not for too long. I was going to find a brother, that was for sure. Every older guy that I met I mentally auditioned. I met a few, even asked one if he'd be my older brother when I was about seven, but that didn't go over well.
Even though I knew it was useless, I prayed for an older brother all the time. It was what I wished for on every single birthday cake and every time I saw a first star, I wished for an older brother. I was just so lonely without one. Nothing was good without one. It seemed like the world's largest injustice.
When I was eight, Gabrielle and her older brother started coming to our church. They were nice, and after a while, I became best friends with Gabrielle. She was into the same pretend-games I was, and we had all the same weird interests. One of the coolest parts was that her brother (let's call him Him) would play with us!
It took me a whole year before I started realizing that He was the brother I'd always wanted. I mean, I was still begging my parents to adopt. Of course, by this time, my dad insisted that he did not want to bring a strange teen-aged boy into the house with me and my sister.
So, GREAT, Dad, you've MISSED THE WINDOW OF OPPORTUNITY. You could have adopted YEARS ago, but you waited until I was too old???
Anyway, "He" was absolutely everything I'd ever thought of, plus so much more. He treated me just like a sister, I treated him like a brother. He would play with me, talk to me, protect me, make me laugh, explain things to me. I loved him and trusted him more than any other guy in the world (Daddy excluded).
He played imaginary games with us every night after Wednesday night Bible study. Me, Lizzy, Gabrielle, Matt ("little brother") and Katie ("little sister") would all run outside to the swing-set in the summertime and wait for him to come play with us. Our games were not your normal ones; no tag or hide-'n'-go-seek. We played one of three things: Orphans, Slaves or Orphan Slaves. Chiefly the latter.
In the wintertime when it was too dark to play outside after Bible study, we'd play a different version in the preschool Sunday school room.
I have tons of memories that include Him, most of them good, although there are a few times I wish hadn't happen, haha. Mainly the time he rolled over on my leg while we were on the trampoline when I refused to get off.
Still, he was the most amazing "brother" in the world. I was finally "happy" for the first time in eight years. God had finally heard me! I had a brother! I was so happy I'd lie in bed at night and just smile. God was awesome, everything was good.
I didn't appreciate "Him" as much as I should have. I figured that was fine. I mean, he wasn't going anywhere. He'd always be around. I figured I had my whole life to love him and live around him. Who cared about carpe diem? I would always have cras (tomorrow)!
Unfortunately, I was wrong.
The February I turned thirteen, He and Gabrielle stopped coming to our church.
They stopped coming to Bible study.
I stopped seeing Him altogether.
That was hard. That was...really, really hard.
You know the phrase "You never know what you've got until it's gone"? Well, I understand that so much more now.
It felt like God had dangled joy in front of me, gotten me accustomed to it, and then snatched it back. Why would God give my an older brother and then just take him away again?? Wasn't it enough not to have one in the first place??
I used to cry all the time, every night. My journals were filling up with Him Memories, trying to salvage what I could. I didn't want to talk about Him anymore. If anyone said his name, I would leave the conversation. I didn't want to forget about him, but remembering him made me want to cry. I was mad at Him, I was mad at God, I was made at His and Gabrielle's mom for taking Him and Gabrielle away. (I could always see Gabby at parties and have her over, but I'd never have a reason to see Him ever again.)
I know this is going to sound really melodramatic, but it felt like there was a Hole in My Heart.
So, there's a brief history of my brother problems, but it still doesn't explain WHY I crave an older brother.
As I think about it, I almost wonder if it's been bred into me or something. Not by a parent or anything, but by ME. Was it just a childish whim that I nourished until it's become this overwhelming desire? Is the hole in my heart just...manufactured?
The need for an older brother is very present in the way I think. I feel lonely, like I used to have something that was taken away, or I'm supposed to have something I don't. Like there's a piece of my life missing. It honestly feels like I'm living a mistake.
I also know my dad would really like a boy, too. I mean, he has a half brother, but he had all girls, too. This is the generation my family name dies. If I had had an older brother, "Logan" could have lived on. I know Daddy wishes he had a boy, but not instead of me or anything. I know he wouldn't trade me or Lizzy for ANYTHING, but I still sort of feel bad sometimes, you know? Like I should have been the boy or something, and that would have fixed everything. Daddy would have a son. He wouldn't have to show his daughter all the stuff about tools and yard work just because he has no one else to tell. Lizzy would have an older brother at least.
I also feel kind of lonely a lot. Not for lack of friends, but for lack of...a brother. I don't like being the oldest, and I want someone to look up to, to help me out, to talk to, to protect me if I were ever in trouble.
In a lot of ways, I feel like I'm the older brother. I'm the one who kills the spiders, looks into the weird noises Lizzy hears in the basement, checks behind the closet doors, likes the gory movies, enjoys trekking through the woods, and annoys my little sister. I don't like being the "older brother", I wish I had someone else to do it.
Does any of this make any sense? I probably seem like a complete psycho, don't I?
*sigh*
Maybe there *is* something wrong with me. But whatever. I want an older brother, and this was my attempt at figuring out why.
Those of you who have been following my blog for a while know what my number one wish is.
Yes, you groaned correctly: an older brother.
*sigh* The subject seems old, tired, and dusty to me. It's such a part of me and the way I think, that every time I have to think about it, it feels overdone. Wanting an older brother is like breathing to me. I want one, and that desire sits at the back on my mind 24/7.
But...why? We all know how much I want one, just judging by the posts that talk about it:
My Biggest Wish
Sunny Sundays and Protocol
Questioning God
Challenge and Update
Top Five
Lost: One Beautiful, Red LG Shine Cell Phone
Jace Wayland
Observing the Male Specimen
Another Amazing Day!
Post 200: The Mission Trip and Him
*mutters and moans*
Change
Mary and Martha: God's Custom-Made Love
Character Day: Taking Sibling Rivalry To a Whole 'Nother Level
That is 14 posts, folks. All have at least SOMETHING to do with my desire for an older brother.
But the question remains:
WHYYYYYY?????????
I was a pretty happy little kid, but from the time I could talk (literally), I've asked for only one thing consistently: an older brother.
When I was two, my parents calmly explained to me that that was impossible. God had given me to them first, not a boy.
Even at that young age I was nobody's idiot. I remember staring back at my parents, wondering if they were really that slow.
"ADOPT."
I mean, really? This is not rocket science, folks. Of course, my parents told me that adopting wasn't possible at the time. We weren't rich by any stretch of the imagination, and they didn't feel like God was calling them to do that right then.
So, whatever. I decided to take matters into my own hands. If I couldn't have a real brother, I would have to fake it. All my imaginary games began to incorporate a "big brother". Then I started claiming these two teenaged twin boys at my old church: Jeremy and Jason. They were fifteen years older than me, but I figured they'd do. I liked them, so I started telling everyone that they were my brothers. I guess people thought a sweet little two year old wouldn't lie, so they started believing me. That left my parents in an interesting position when word got around to them about their extra kids...
When I was five, we left our old church and started the awesome one I go to now. Wh--
Oh, DANG IT. I just let the cat out of the bag. *sigh* Yes, my Daddy's a pastor. Don't judge me XD
When we left our old church, I was brother-less for a while, but not for too long. I was going to find a brother, that was for sure. Every older guy that I met I mentally auditioned. I met a few, even asked one if he'd be my older brother when I was about seven, but that didn't go over well.
Even though I knew it was useless, I prayed for an older brother all the time. It was what I wished for on every single birthday cake and every time I saw a first star, I wished for an older brother. I was just so lonely without one. Nothing was good without one. It seemed like the world's largest injustice.
When I was eight, Gabrielle and her older brother started coming to our church. They were nice, and after a while, I became best friends with Gabrielle. She was into the same pretend-games I was, and we had all the same weird interests. One of the coolest parts was that her brother (let's call him Him) would play with us!
It took me a whole year before I started realizing that He was the brother I'd always wanted. I mean, I was still begging my parents to adopt. Of course, by this time, my dad insisted that he did not want to bring a strange teen-aged boy into the house with me and my sister.
So, GREAT, Dad, you've MISSED THE WINDOW OF OPPORTUNITY. You could have adopted YEARS ago, but you waited until I was too old???
Anyway, "He" was absolutely everything I'd ever thought of, plus so much more. He treated me just like a sister, I treated him like a brother. He would play with me, talk to me, protect me, make me laugh, explain things to me. I loved him and trusted him more than any other guy in the world (Daddy excluded).
He played imaginary games with us every night after Wednesday night Bible study. Me, Lizzy, Gabrielle, Matt ("little brother") and Katie ("little sister") would all run outside to the swing-set in the summertime and wait for him to come play with us. Our games were not your normal ones; no tag or hide-'n'-go-seek. We played one of three things: Orphans, Slaves or Orphan Slaves. Chiefly the latter.
In the wintertime when it was too dark to play outside after Bible study, we'd play a different version in the preschool Sunday school room.
I have tons of memories that include Him, most of them good, although there are a few times I wish hadn't happen, haha. Mainly the time he rolled over on my leg while we were on the trampoline when I refused to get off.
Still, he was the most amazing "brother" in the world. I was finally "happy" for the first time in eight years. God had finally heard me! I had a brother! I was so happy I'd lie in bed at night and just smile. God was awesome, everything was good.
I didn't appreciate "Him" as much as I should have. I figured that was fine. I mean, he wasn't going anywhere. He'd always be around. I figured I had my whole life to love him and live around him. Who cared about carpe diem? I would always have cras (tomorrow)!
Unfortunately, I was wrong.
The February I turned thirteen, He and Gabrielle stopped coming to our church.
They stopped coming to Bible study.
I stopped seeing Him altogether.
That was hard. That was...really, really hard.
You know the phrase "You never know what you've got until it's gone"? Well, I understand that so much more now.
It felt like God had dangled joy in front of me, gotten me accustomed to it, and then snatched it back. Why would God give my an older brother and then just take him away again?? Wasn't it enough not to have one in the first place??
I used to cry all the time, every night. My journals were filling up with Him Memories, trying to salvage what I could. I didn't want to talk about Him anymore. If anyone said his name, I would leave the conversation. I didn't want to forget about him, but remembering him made me want to cry. I was mad at Him, I was mad at God, I was made at His and Gabrielle's mom for taking Him and Gabrielle away. (I could always see Gabby at parties and have her over, but I'd never have a reason to see Him ever again.)
I know this is going to sound really melodramatic, but it felt like there was a Hole in My Heart.
So, there's a brief history of my brother problems, but it still doesn't explain WHY I crave an older brother.
As I think about it, I almost wonder if it's been bred into me or something. Not by a parent or anything, but by ME. Was it just a childish whim that I nourished until it's become this overwhelming desire? Is the hole in my heart just...manufactured?
The need for an older brother is very present in the way I think. I feel lonely, like I used to have something that was taken away, or I'm supposed to have something I don't. Like there's a piece of my life missing. It honestly feels like I'm living a mistake.
I also know my dad would really like a boy, too. I mean, he has a half brother, but he had all girls, too. This is the generation my family name dies. If I had had an older brother, "Logan" could have lived on. I know Daddy wishes he had a boy, but not instead of me or anything. I know he wouldn't trade me or Lizzy for ANYTHING, but I still sort of feel bad sometimes, you know? Like I should have been the boy or something, and that would have fixed everything. Daddy would have a son. He wouldn't have to show his daughter all the stuff about tools and yard work just because he has no one else to tell. Lizzy would have an older brother at least.
I also feel kind of lonely a lot. Not for lack of friends, but for lack of...a brother. I don't like being the oldest, and I want someone to look up to, to help me out, to talk to, to protect me if I were ever in trouble.
In a lot of ways, I feel like I'm the older brother. I'm the one who kills the spiders, looks into the weird noises Lizzy hears in the basement, checks behind the closet doors, likes the gory movies, enjoys trekking through the woods, and annoys my little sister. I don't like being the "older brother", I wish I had someone else to do it.
Does any of this make any sense? I probably seem like a complete psycho, don't I?
*sigh*
Maybe there *is* something wrong with me. But whatever. I want an older brother, and this was my attempt at figuring out why.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Keep the Focus...
I had an amazing day with Matt ("little brother"), David, Daniel, and Matt's wii sports!! Brothers :) Right after reading and writing, they're next.
I love my church. No offense, but it's the best church in the world ;) Why?
1. The music is amazing. Our drummer is better than most drummers in professional bands. He's a Legend. We end up playing songs until the originals sound bad :)
2. Everyone is on fire for God. There are no lukewarm people. Everyone is close to God, and doing His will 100%.
3. Everyone is like one big family. It's like, I'll tell your kid to stop picking his nose and you'll tell mine not to run in the parking lot. Kids get left at church all the time, and hitch a ride with someone else. Once you hit the church building property, it's all good. You know your kids are safe; someone is watching them.
4. NO DRAMA. Gosh, I hate drama. Lots of churches I know get all wrapped up in lots of "he-said-she-said" crap. We don't do that. At all. Ever. There is 0 gossip at our church. If someone has a problem, they go to that person and DEAL WITH IT. We're about to move into a new building, one that we'll have to design. Guess how we're doing it? Together.
5. No deacons. Um...I'm not really sure what those are to be honest, but apparently they're like "elders" of the church that are great, except when they get stuck in their ways and power hungry...or something...
So, yeah.
And this was the most contradictory, hypocritical post ever.
The entire point of a church is not to be awesome. It's to show how GOD is awesome. But in this ranting post about how great WE are, I think I've missed the point of having a great church. The point of having a great church is not to pat yourself on the back (not that I was doing that, really), it's to glorify God.
Yes, my church is awesome. Why?
Because God is awesome. It's all because of him.
Remember to keep your focus. It's not about you, it's not about me, it's not really about the whole world.
It's all about God.
I love my church. No offense, but it's the best church in the world ;) Why?
1. The music is amazing. Our drummer is better than most drummers in professional bands. He's a Legend. We end up playing songs until the originals sound bad :)
2. Everyone is on fire for God. There are no lukewarm people. Everyone is close to God, and doing His will 100%.
3. Everyone is like one big family. It's like, I'll tell your kid to stop picking his nose and you'll tell mine not to run in the parking lot. Kids get left at church all the time, and hitch a ride with someone else. Once you hit the church building property, it's all good. You know your kids are safe; someone is watching them.
4. NO DRAMA. Gosh, I hate drama. Lots of churches I know get all wrapped up in lots of "he-said-she-said" crap. We don't do that. At all. Ever. There is 0 gossip at our church. If someone has a problem, they go to that person and DEAL WITH IT. We're about to move into a new building, one that we'll have to design. Guess how we're doing it? Together.
5. No deacons. Um...I'm not really sure what those are to be honest, but apparently they're like "elders" of the church that are great, except when they get stuck in their ways and power hungry...or something...
So, yeah.
And this was the most contradictory, hypocritical post ever.
The entire point of a church is not to be awesome. It's to show how GOD is awesome. But in this ranting post about how great WE are, I think I've missed the point of having a great church. The point of having a great church is not to pat yourself on the back (not that I was doing that, really), it's to glorify God.
Yes, my church is awesome. Why?
Because God is awesome. It's all because of him.
Remember to keep your focus. It's not about you, it's not about me, it's not really about the whole world.
It's all about God.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Character Day: Taking Sibling Rivalry To a Whole 'Nother Level
FIRST: Thanks, Lady Brainsample, for following! I love your name.
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Character Day:
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Today's been fine. It's raining, so that means the church thing was canceled, so that means I can go to play practice!! Yay! As much as I was looking forward to hearing the church band play, I'm glad I get to got to play practice. I really do love it.
I've listened to NOTHING except Mulan (oh, well, I listened to the LotR soundtrack while I did math, as usual) for about 48 hours. I have never, ever, ever been so totally emersed in something in my whole entire life. (With the exception of being consumed by physical science during exam week last year.) I listen to Mulan, think Mulan, read Mulan, quote Mulan, dream Mulan. I've listened to the CD five times in two days (it's 57 tracks long, people), and had Mulan dreams several nights in a row. I've had nothing but Mulan songs running through my head absolutely-no-freakin'-lie-CONSTANTLY for three days now.
Miraculously, I still love it. Completely do. I don't see how it's possible, but I do. (Haha, I've still got three weeks to go, though.)
School is school. *shrug* Nothing really new there. "Pilgram's Progress" = FTL, but maybe a little less than before.
Still drowing in Latin, but not quite as badly.
Writing...well, Gembira's story has been getting on fairly well for me. (Fairly well meaning a page and a half and ton of back story and character sketches, lol!)
Thanks for reading, I love hearing from you!!
P.S. Also, don't forget tomorrow is Question Day! If you have a question, no matter how weird, awkward (within reason XD), random, generic, or silly, I'd love to hear it!
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Character Day:
One of my own today--a character that resulted from my temporary obsession with Chinese culture.
Of course, to have a story set in actual China would be too simple. I have to create my own fantasy world based on China (see, that way if I get half my facts wrong, it's not wrong because it's MY world. See how it works? XD). I have no idea how exactly Chinese the culture will be. I've added some things, and will probably change some things, too. The one-child rule was ditched because of my obsession with big families.
Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever written a story about an only child...(Well, Darren is an only child).
Anyway. Back to my character. Her name is Gembira, and she's fifteen years old. She has twelve siblings, including a twin brother.
The culture she lives in is much like China in its system of honor and respect, but I added the rule that your older siblings are also to be honored and respected, and boys are generally valued over girls (not an original concept, especially for Chinese culture).
This creates a very interesting relationship between Gembira and her twin brother, Gan. Gembira is the older of the two, but Gan is a son. Who has more authority? They often have arguments over this, but at the same time share a close mental and emotional bond.
Gembira's personality is curious and unsatisfied with life, but she mostly sticks to tradition and obeys the rules of society. However, in her mind she is constantly questioning the status quo. She's the third daughter in her family, preceded by Darpana, the practical and harsh "oldest daughter", and the long-suffering but unimaginative Fara.
Gembira struggles between trying to be the perfect daughter and wanting to question the family's way of life. She feels that she has just as much to offer as her brothers, but she has trouble accepting those thoughts as legitimate because of her upbringing.
Of course, to have a story set in actual China would be too simple. I have to create my own fantasy world based on China (see, that way if I get half my facts wrong, it's not wrong because it's MY world. See how it works? XD). I have no idea how exactly Chinese the culture will be. I've added some things, and will probably change some things, too. The one-child rule was ditched because of my obsession with big families.
Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever written a story about an only child...(Well, Darren is an only child).
Anyway. Back to my character. Her name is Gembira, and she's fifteen years old. She has twelve siblings, including a twin brother.
The culture she lives in is much like China in its system of honor and respect, but I added the rule that your older siblings are also to be honored and respected, and boys are generally valued over girls (not an original concept, especially for Chinese culture).
This creates a very interesting relationship between Gembira and her twin brother, Gan. Gembira is the older of the two, but Gan is a son. Who has more authority? They often have arguments over this, but at the same time share a close mental and emotional bond.
Gembira's personality is curious and unsatisfied with life, but she mostly sticks to tradition and obeys the rules of society. However, in her mind she is constantly questioning the status quo. She's the third daughter in her family, preceded by Darpana, the practical and harsh "oldest daughter", and the long-suffering but unimaginative Fara.
Gembira struggles between trying to be the perfect daughter and wanting to question the family's way of life. She feels that she has just as much to offer as her brothers, but she has trouble accepting those thoughts as legitimate because of her upbringing.
The story (if it goes anywhere) will begin with Gembira's oldest older brother getting married, followed by a terrible fight between her and Gan (her twin brother). The argument becomes so severe that it is brought to the attention of the parents. Father sides with Gan, being a son, and Mother follows his lead. It is decided that [insert something terrible that I haven't decided yet] is to happen to Gembira.
By this time, even Gan is horrified and wants to help his twin sister, but cannot go against his parents. He decides to help Gembira escape somehow.
The story from there is fairly generic in my mind so far: Gembira is thrust into the world where men rule and girls drool, and she probably gets the help of an "unlikely friend" (how cliche, I know), and discovers more about herself and the status quo and how it's unfair.
OR.
Gan might end up going along with her for some reason and that same stuff happens.
It probably won't be that generic, but I haven't thought through the plot very far yet XD
So, there's Gembira, a curious and unsatisfied victim of unfair upbringing struggling to find herself, no thanks to her power-hungry but close twin brother.
:D
For all the other family-and-character-obsessed people, here's a handy list of all the things you didn't need to know about Gembira's family. The list includes the names of her siblings, their ages, and their name meanings. I found some pictures from Google that sort of look like the character. You can click on their name to see the picture (I didn't have much luck at all with the brothers). Sorry Gembira is in a bathing suit. There's no reason for that except that her face looked kind of like I imagined her looking. *shrug*
Name - gender (hey, it's hard to know by the names sometimes!) - age - name meaning
1. Aran – brother - 25 – forest
2. Bien – brother - 23 – sea
3. Eun – brother - 21 – silver
4. Darpana – sister - 19 – mirror
5. Chet – brother - 18 – brother
6. Fara – sister - 16 – flower
7. Gembira – sister - 15 – happy one (Ironic, right?)
8. Gan- brother - 15 – dare; adventure
9. Hikari – sister - 14 – light; shining
10. Izanami – sister - 12 – welcomes others
11. Jun – brother - 11 – obedience
12. Kiet – brother - 9 – honor
13. Lek – brother - 7 – small person
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Gracie and Krevan both got the answer right to yesterday's Fact or Fiction.
China is considering renouncing its one-child law.
FALSE. That law is here to stay, at least for a while. They are, however, allowing families to have two children IF both the mother and father were only children. Interesting, isn't it?
Sorry, Krevan, you were just a little too late! Congratulations, Gracie, for being the first correct guess! Here's your award:
By this time, even Gan is horrified and wants to help his twin sister, but cannot go against his parents. He decides to help Gembira escape somehow.
The story from there is fairly generic in my mind so far: Gembira is thrust into the world where men rule and girls drool, and she probably gets the help of an "unlikely friend" (how cliche, I know), and discovers more about herself and the status quo and how it's unfair.
OR.
Gan might end up going along with her for some reason and that same stuff happens.
It probably won't be that generic, but I haven't thought through the plot very far yet XD
So, there's Gembira, a curious and unsatisfied victim of unfair upbringing struggling to find herself, no thanks to her power-hungry but close twin brother.
:D
For all the other family-and-character-obsessed people, here's a handy list of all the things you didn't need to know about Gembira's family. The list includes the names of her siblings, their ages, and their name meanings. I found some pictures from Google that sort of look like the character. You can click on their name to see the picture (I didn't have much luck at all with the brothers). Sorry Gembira is in a bathing suit. There's no reason for that except that her face looked kind of like I imagined her looking. *shrug*
Name - gender (hey, it's hard to know by the names sometimes!) - age - name meaning
1. Aran – brother - 25 – forest
2. Bien – brother - 23 – sea
3. Eun – brother - 21 – silver
4. Darpana – sister - 19 – mirror
5. Chet – brother - 18 – brother
6. Fara – sister - 16 – flower
7. Gembira – sister - 15 – happy one (Ironic, right?)
8. Gan- brother - 15 – dare; adventure
9. Hikari – sister - 14 – light; shining
10. Izanami – sister - 12 – welcomes others
11. Jun – brother - 11 – obedience
12. Kiet – brother - 9 – honor
13. Lek – brother - 7 – small person
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Gracie and Krevan both got the answer right to yesterday's Fact or Fiction.
China is considering renouncing its one-child law.
FALSE. That law is here to stay, at least for a while. They are, however, allowing families to have two children IF both the mother and father were only children. Interesting, isn't it?
Sorry, Krevan, you were just a little too late! Congratulations, Gracie, for being the first correct guess! Here's your award:
-------------------------------Today's been fine. It's raining, so that means the church thing was canceled, so that means I can go to play practice!! Yay! As much as I was looking forward to hearing the church band play, I'm glad I get to got to play practice. I really do love it.
I've listened to NOTHING except Mulan (oh, well, I listened to the LotR soundtrack while I did math, as usual) for about 48 hours. I have never, ever, ever been so totally emersed in something in my whole entire life. (With the exception of being consumed by physical science during exam week last year.) I listen to Mulan, think Mulan, read Mulan, quote Mulan, dream Mulan. I've listened to the CD five times in two days (it's 57 tracks long, people), and had Mulan dreams several nights in a row. I've had nothing but Mulan songs running through my head absolutely-no-freakin'-lie-CONSTANTLY for three days now.
Miraculously, I still love it. Completely do. I don't see how it's possible, but I do. (Haha, I've still got three weeks to go, though.)
School is school. *shrug* Nothing really new there. "Pilgram's Progress" = FTL, but maybe a little less than before.
Still drowing in Latin, but not quite as badly.
Writing...well, Gembira's story has been getting on fairly well for me. (Fairly well meaning a page and a half and ton of back story and character sketches, lol!)
Thanks for reading, I love hearing from you!!
P.S. Also, don't forget tomorrow is Question Day! If you have a question, no matter how weird, awkward (within reason XD), random, generic, or silly, I'd love to hear it!
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Mary and Martha: God's Custom-Made Love
So, today was definitely a cool day.
1. Cavender came to my church.
2. The sermon really spoke to me.
3. I had the first play practice.
I'll talk about the second cool thing last; it'll be my thing for God Day.
So, Cavender came to my church today! That was cool. He said he really liked the music, which is my favorite, too. I think our church really does have awesome music, and the band members are all really into.
Play practice went well, I think. We just did a read-through of the script and listened to the songs on a CD. Mushu (the little dragon) is played by a girl who definitely does it justice. The girl who plays Mulan is awesome. The guy who plays Captain Shang (Shang + Mulan = falling in love, duh ;D) is pretty good. He can sing pretty well. If he can just hide that southern drawl a little...Lol! No, really, he did fine. Mulan's father is...not good, and neither is the Emperor. I think the guys were just nervous, though. And it was the very first read through.
I'm, just in case you didn't know this, doing the voice for a big Hun puppet -.- Lols, I'm okay with it now, though. I'm also in the Ensamble (yay for singing and dancing with everyone else), and a hairdresser. I forgot to mention that last night. The hairdresser is going to be my favorite, probably. It's a tiny part with no real lines, but in a song, a have a quick singing-line all my myself, and then some with the other hairdressers and stuff. I picked out a couple of harmony parts, so I'm looking forward to being able to do them. I really hope I get a harmony part and not just the melody...
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God Day!
So, the sermon today was about Lazarus. Let me just do a quick run-through of this story. It helps me to do that. So, Jesus and his diciples are just kind of hanging around, and a messenger comes and says to Jesus, "Lord, the one you love is sick."
The messenger is talking about Lazarus. Lazarus and his sisters Martha and Mary are good friends of Jesus', so they figured Jesus would want to know that Lazarus was sick. Really sick. Like, about-to-die sick.
Instead of going right to Lazarus' house, Jesus is just kind of like, "Oh, yeah, okay" and he hangs out in the little town where he is for a few more days.
Finally, he says to his diciples, "Okay, let's go see Lazarus. He's fallen asleep, and we'll just go wake him up."
The diciples are like, "Uh, but isn't sleep probably the best thing for him?"
Jesus: "I mean he's dead."
They go to see Lazarus, and when they're close to his house, Lazarus' sister Martha comes out and says to Jesus, "Lord, if you had been here, my brother wouldn't have died. But I know that even now, God will give you whatever you want."
She's pretty much saying, "I know you're the Messiah, so why didn't you DO SOMETHING?"
She's kind of mad. She's like, if you're so amazing and powerful, why didn't you stop this from happening? Why didn't you FIX IT?
*cough* That might sound just a little familiar...maybe...
May 24th: "Then four years later, God takes him away. Uh, ouch. Thanks a lot, God."
July 17th: "WHY COULDN'T I HAVE HAD BROTHERS? IS ONE BROTHER TOO MUCH TO ASK? ONE? ONE??"
August 2nd: "Why had God taken Him away from me? Why on Earth would a good God do that? It's like someone punching you in the face."
March 23rd: "God created the Heavens and the Earth, surely he could give me my older brother!!"
...
Hmm.
A little later, the other sister, Mary falls at the feet of Jesus and says, "Lord, if you had been here, my brother wouldn't have died."
The way she says it is more like, "How could you be so unkind to your friends?"
Don't you love me, God? Why would you let this happen? Don't you care?
Of course, Jesus ends up raising Lazarus from the dead, but only after he meets both sisters where they are. With Martha, he takes the logical route.
Martha's argument is a simple Modus Ponens:
If you are the Messiah, then you could have saved my brother.
You are the Messiah.
Therefore, you could have saved my brother. (And yet you didn't.)
Jesus talks to Martha about how her brother will rise again. Martha is kind of like, "Yeah, thanks, I know he'll rise again at the ressurection and all."
Jesus says, "I am the ressurection!"
He's like, Martha, listen to me! I AM the ressurection! It's me, it's here! Your brother will rise again.
Mary comes to Jesus not from the logical and theological angle, but from the emotional, friend-to-friend angle. Jesus cries with her. He's really sad! Lazarus was his friend! He's upset. He cries with Mary.
Jesus meets us right where we are. Right where we need to be met. Whether it's logical or emotional, or somewhere in between.
As my pastor said in the sermon this morning (ALL of this is borrowed STRAIGHT from him, by the way), "God's love is not one size fits all, or most. God custom fits his love for us."
That was a great sermon anyway, but add on my whole issue with God not giving me a brother, then giving me one and taking him a way, and the sermon is flat out AMAZING.
It COULD NOT have been more spot on. I come to God from Martha's angle, as demonstrated in my post excerpts. God, you created the Heavens and the Earth. And you didn't give me a brother?? If you're so great, fix this injustice!
I also come to God from Mary's angle a little. God, if you love me, why would you do something so unkind? Why dangle my life's desire in front of my face, and snatch it back? Don't you care for me?
I know this has been a very long post, and sort of jumbled and probably at parts unclear, but I just needed to get in writing how much this morning's sermon hit me. Everything was exactly fit to ME! This story is, literally, ANCIENT, and I've heard it, probably also literally, A HUNDRED TIMES, and it's never been so clear to me.
Every detail fits me. It's even about losing a brother and being mad at God because he could have prevented it and didn't.
It takes my breath away, y'all.
I could elaborate more, but I know you must be tired of the ranting, so I'll stop. I just want you to know that I KNOW that God is watching out for us. He knows what he's doing. And every once in a while, he might throw an tired ol' Bible story at you and revel a whole new meaning.
Thanks, God.
1. Cavender came to my church.
2. The sermon really spoke to me.
3. I had the first play practice.
I'll talk about the second cool thing last; it'll be my thing for God Day.
So, Cavender came to my church today! That was cool. He said he really liked the music, which is my favorite, too. I think our church really does have awesome music, and the band members are all really into.
Play practice went well, I think. We just did a read-through of the script and listened to the songs on a CD. Mushu (the little dragon) is played by a girl who definitely does it justice. The girl who plays Mulan is awesome. The guy who plays Captain Shang (Shang + Mulan = falling in love, duh ;D) is pretty good. He can sing pretty well. If he can just hide that southern drawl a little...Lol! No, really, he did fine. Mulan's father is...not good, and neither is the Emperor. I think the guys were just nervous, though. And it was the very first read through.
I'm, just in case you didn't know this, doing the voice for a big Hun puppet -.- Lols, I'm okay with it now, though. I'm also in the Ensamble (yay for singing and dancing with everyone else), and a hairdresser. I forgot to mention that last night. The hairdresser is going to be my favorite, probably. It's a tiny part with no real lines, but in a song, a have a quick singing-line all my myself, and then some with the other hairdressers and stuff. I picked out a couple of harmony parts, so I'm looking forward to being able to do them. I really hope I get a harmony part and not just the melody...
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God Day!
So, the sermon today was about Lazarus. Let me just do a quick run-through of this story. It helps me to do that. So, Jesus and his diciples are just kind of hanging around, and a messenger comes and says to Jesus, "Lord, the one you love is sick."
The messenger is talking about Lazarus. Lazarus and his sisters Martha and Mary are good friends of Jesus', so they figured Jesus would want to know that Lazarus was sick. Really sick. Like, about-to-die sick.
Instead of going right to Lazarus' house, Jesus is just kind of like, "Oh, yeah, okay" and he hangs out in the little town where he is for a few more days.
Finally, he says to his diciples, "Okay, let's go see Lazarus. He's fallen asleep, and we'll just go wake him up."
The diciples are like, "Uh, but isn't sleep probably the best thing for him?"
Jesus: "I mean he's dead."
They go to see Lazarus, and when they're close to his house, Lazarus' sister Martha comes out and says to Jesus, "Lord, if you had been here, my brother wouldn't have died. But I know that even now, God will give you whatever you want."
She's pretty much saying, "I know you're the Messiah, so why didn't you DO SOMETHING?"
She's kind of mad. She's like, if you're so amazing and powerful, why didn't you stop this from happening? Why didn't you FIX IT?
*cough* That might sound just a little familiar...maybe...
May 24th: "Then four years later, God takes him away. Uh, ouch. Thanks a lot, God."
July 17th: "WHY COULDN'T I HAVE HAD BROTHERS? IS ONE BROTHER TOO MUCH TO ASK? ONE? ONE??"
August 2nd: "Why had God taken Him away from me? Why on Earth would a good God do that? It's like someone punching you in the face."
March 23rd: "God created the Heavens and the Earth, surely he could give me my older brother!!"
...
Hmm.
A little later, the other sister, Mary falls at the feet of Jesus and says, "Lord, if you had been here, my brother wouldn't have died."
The way she says it is more like, "How could you be so unkind to your friends?"
Don't you love me, God? Why would you let this happen? Don't you care?
Of course, Jesus ends up raising Lazarus from the dead, but only after he meets both sisters where they are. With Martha, he takes the logical route.
Martha's argument is a simple Modus Ponens:
If you are the Messiah, then you could have saved my brother.
You are the Messiah.
Therefore, you could have saved my brother. (And yet you didn't.)
Jesus talks to Martha about how her brother will rise again. Martha is kind of like, "Yeah, thanks, I know he'll rise again at the ressurection and all."
Jesus says, "I am the ressurection!"
He's like, Martha, listen to me! I AM the ressurection! It's me, it's here! Your brother will rise again.
Mary comes to Jesus not from the logical and theological angle, but from the emotional, friend-to-friend angle. Jesus cries with her. He's really sad! Lazarus was his friend! He's upset. He cries with Mary.
Jesus meets us right where we are. Right where we need to be met. Whether it's logical or emotional, or somewhere in between.
As my pastor said in the sermon this morning (ALL of this is borrowed STRAIGHT from him, by the way), "God's love is not one size fits all, or most. God custom fits his love for us."
That was a great sermon anyway, but add on my whole issue with God not giving me a brother, then giving me one and taking him a way, and the sermon is flat out AMAZING.
It COULD NOT have been more spot on. I come to God from Martha's angle, as demonstrated in my post excerpts. God, you created the Heavens and the Earth. And you didn't give me a brother?? If you're so great, fix this injustice!
I also come to God from Mary's angle a little. God, if you love me, why would you do something so unkind? Why dangle my life's desire in front of my face, and snatch it back? Don't you care for me?
I know this has been a very long post, and sort of jumbled and probably at parts unclear, but I just needed to get in writing how much this morning's sermon hit me. Everything was exactly fit to ME! This story is, literally, ANCIENT, and I've heard it, probably also literally, A HUNDRED TIMES, and it's never been so clear to me.
Every detail fits me. It's even about losing a brother and being mad at God because he could have prevented it and didn't.
It takes my breath away, y'all.
I could elaborate more, but I know you must be tired of the ranting, so I'll stop. I just want you to know that I KNOW that God is watching out for us. He knows what he's doing. And every once in a while, he might throw an tired ol' Bible story at you and revel a whole new meaning.
Thanks, God.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Oops. Just Kidding.
Okay, so it apparently wasn't Blogger that was being stupid. It was me. -.-
I added the tag to the wrong post, lol! So, here it is:
I've been tagged by the lovely Bethany, a fellow LotR fan.
Rules: Tell 30 things about yourself! It's as easy as that.
1. I have never ridden in an air plane.
2. I can sometimes make my eyes change between blue and green, and once I made one blue and one green at the same time. I don't know if that's even really possible, though. Maybe it was just the light.
3. I used to have hair almost down to my waist.
4. I can speak Elvish a TINY bit.
5. I wear my mood ring on my left ring finger all the time, and when I get married, all my friends joke that we'll have to have a Ceremonial Removing of the Mood Ring :P
6. My favorite candy is M&Ms and Hershey Kisses.
7. I hate jelly beans and skittles.
8. So far, this is the oldest I've ever been.
9. I'm obsessed with names.
10. I love eerie sounding music.
11. Indian (like, the Asian kind, not the Native American kind, lol)/Arabic culture is my favorite.
12. I take a long time to make decisions of the heart.
13. I like pizza hot, warm, and cold, and I will eat it three meals a day for days on end if posisble. I never get tired of it. Really. Never.
14. I'm terrified of crane flies.
15. Only about six people call me by my really-obvious nickname.
16. I love food, but I don't like to eat. (I cannot explain this at all.)
17. I'm addicted to the computer.
18. I used to start tons of clubs when I was younger.
19. I used to want to be the first woman president.
20. Getting new followers makes my day. (Really, it does. I have no idea why. I guess it's just good to know that people care about what I have to say.)
21. I go to the best church ever XD
22. My biggest, deepest desire is to have an older brother.
23. My favorite books ever are the "Farsala Trilogy" by Hilari Bell.
24. I *love* the classic Disney movies (especially Aladin).
25. I love the Disney show Phineas and Ferb.
26. So do my parents. We actually got my dad a Phineas and Ferb beach towel for his birthday.
27. I'm singing the Cheetah Girls' "It's Over" for my audition. IF, that is, I can find the sheet music...*moan*
28. Kendra means "fire-sprung", but Kenda means "from the clear, cool water"
29. Smells remind me of things.
30. I have a weakness for older brother characters.
The end :)
I tag...
Abby
GracieTheFirst
Cavender
BJHamrick
Ciaraaa:)
I added the tag to the wrong post, lol! So, here it is:
I've been tagged by the lovely Bethany, a fellow LotR fan.
Rules: Tell 30 things about yourself! It's as easy as that.
1. I have never ridden in an air plane.
2. I can sometimes make my eyes change between blue and green, and once I made one blue and one green at the same time. I don't know if that's even really possible, though. Maybe it was just the light.
3. I used to have hair almost down to my waist.
4. I can speak Elvish a TINY bit.
5. I wear my mood ring on my left ring finger all the time, and when I get married, all my friends joke that we'll have to have a Ceremonial Removing of the Mood Ring :P
6. My favorite candy is M&Ms and Hershey Kisses.
7. I hate jelly beans and skittles.
8. So far, this is the oldest I've ever been.
9. I'm obsessed with names.
10. I love eerie sounding music.
11. Indian (like, the Asian kind, not the Native American kind, lol)/Arabic culture is my favorite.
12. I take a long time to make decisions of the heart.
13. I like pizza hot, warm, and cold, and I will eat it three meals a day for days on end if posisble. I never get tired of it. Really. Never.
14. I'm terrified of crane flies.
15. Only about six people call me by my really-obvious nickname.
16. I love food, but I don't like to eat. (I cannot explain this at all.)
17. I'm addicted to the computer.
18. I used to start tons of clubs when I was younger.
19. I used to want to be the first woman president.
20. Getting new followers makes my day. (Really, it does. I have no idea why. I guess it's just good to know that people care about what I have to say.)
21. I go to the best church ever XD
22. My biggest, deepest desire is to have an older brother.
23. My favorite books ever are the "Farsala Trilogy" by Hilari Bell.
24. I *love* the classic Disney movies (especially Aladin).
25. I love the Disney show Phineas and Ferb.
26. So do my parents. We actually got my dad a Phineas and Ferb beach towel for his birthday.
27. I'm singing the Cheetah Girls' "It's Over" for my audition. IF, that is, I can find the sheet music...*moan*
28. Kendra means "fire-sprung", but Kenda means "from the clear, cool water"
29. Smells remind me of things.
30. I have a weakness for older brother characters.
The end :)
I tag...
Abby
GracieTheFirst
Cavender
BJHamrick
Ciaraaa:)
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
The Beaches of Ministry
Memory Day! :D A peek into my past...
When I was around two years old, I attended play practice for the Christmas play at my church. I was too little to have a part, but I went along anyway, I guess. During a break in practicing, the adults went aside to talk about some details and make some decisions. Meanwhile, I convinced the older children and teenagers to march around the sanctuary being camels. When the adults looked up from their planning, there was a train of teenagers stomping around the sanctuary pretending to be camels—with me at the front of the procession.
Haha, I don't know if that should really count as a memory--I don't remember it all that well. Mostly I've just heard the story told.
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First: Thank you, Rochelle Blue for the question! Yay!! So, the rest of you guys are off the hook--for now -.-
Classical Conversations (my weekly "school") was today. It went much better than last week. My class is slowly getting back to its old self. In biology, we looked at a piece of thread and some cheek cells under a microscope. That was pretty interesting, fun, and funny :) I had the best cheek cells :D Lots of epitheleal (spelling??) cells to sketch.
Cassidy and her family stayed for dinner (Domino's pizza), and we went to the revival service at another church where our church band played again.
We have the best church ever :P We play real music, clap, sing, and praise God! Some of the people were kind of shocked that we actually had DRUMS and ELECTRICE GUITARS, but after a few minutes, they seemed to like it. Of course, by the end of the songs, the 23 people who showed up from our church were basically the only people still standing :)
I liked the pastor's sermon a lot. He talked about how funny it is that we make plans, clear our schedules, pack up, load up the car, rent a beach house, take our stuff down to the beach, put on sunblock, set up the chairs, and then try our very best not to get wet or sandy.
Huh?
He said that that's kind of how some of us Christians are about God. We're really excited, but then we get to the "beach" of ministry where it can get a little uncomfortable, and we're ready to step back out of the water. It was really thought-provoking, and the pastor was really funny.
Well, I'm supposed to get off the computer at 10:15 since school started, and it's 10:20 right now, so I better go. Thanks for reading, and PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, don't hesitate to ask questions for Question Day :)
Thanks for reading, y'all!
OHH! I almost forgot! (Shame on you, Kendra.) I've been tagged by the lovely Bethany, a fellow LotR fan.
Rules: Tell 30 things about yourself! It's as easy as that.
1. I have never ridden in an air plane.
2. I can sometimes make my eyes change between blue and green, and once I made one blue and one green at the same time. I don't know if that's even really possible, though. Maybe it was just the light.
3. I used to have hair almost down to my waist.
4. I can speak Elvish a TINY bit.
5. I wear my mood ring on my left ring finger all the time, and when I get married, all my friends joke that we'll have to have a Ceremonial Removing of the Mood Ring :P
6. My favorite candy is M&Ms and Hershey Kisses.
7. I hate jelly beans and skittles.
8. So far, this is the oldest I've ever been.
9. I'm obsessed with names.
10. I love eerie sounding music.
11. Indian (like, the Asian kind, not the Native American kind, lol)/Arabic culture is my favorite.
12. I take a long time to make decisions of the heart.
13. I like pizza hot, warm, and cold, and I will eat it three meals a day for days on end if posisble. I never get tired of it. Really. Never.
14. I'm terrified of crane flies.
15. Only about six people call me by my really-obvious nickname.
16. I love food, but I don't like to eat. (I cannot explain this at all.)
17. I'm addicted to the computer.
18. I used to start tons of clubs when I was younger.
19. I used to want to be the first woman president.
20. Getting new followers makes my day. (Really, it does. I have no idea why. I guess it's just good to know that people care about what I have to say.)
21. I go to the best church ever XD
22. My biggest, deepest desire is to have an older brother.
23. My favorite books ever are the "Farsala Trilogy" by Hilari Bell.
24. I *love* the classic Disney movies (especially Aladin).
25. I love the Disney show Phineas and Ferb.
26. So do my parents. We actually got my dad a Phineas and Ferb beach towel for his birthday.
27. I'm singing the Cheetah Girls' "It's Over" for my audition. IF, that is, I can find the sheet music...*moan*
28. Kendra means "fire-sprung", but Kenda means "from the clear, cool water"
29. Smells remind me of things.
30. I have a weakness for older brother characters.
The end :)
I tag...
Abby
GracieTheFirst
Cavender
BJHamrick
Ciaraaa:)
When I was around two years old, I attended play practice for the Christmas play at my church. I was too little to have a part, but I went along anyway, I guess. During a break in practicing, the adults went aside to talk about some details and make some decisions. Meanwhile, I convinced the older children and teenagers to march around the sanctuary being camels. When the adults looked up from their planning, there was a train of teenagers stomping around the sanctuary pretending to be camels—with me at the front of the procession.
Haha, I don't know if that should really count as a memory--I don't remember it all that well. Mostly I've just heard the story told.
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First: Thank you, Rochelle Blue for the question! Yay!! So, the rest of you guys are off the hook--for now -.-
Classical Conversations (my weekly "school") was today. It went much better than last week. My class is slowly getting back to its old self. In biology, we looked at a piece of thread and some cheek cells under a microscope. That was pretty interesting, fun, and funny :) I had the best cheek cells :D Lots of epitheleal (spelling??) cells to sketch.
Cassidy and her family stayed for dinner (Domino's pizza), and we went to the revival service at another church where our church band played again.
We have the best church ever :P We play real music, clap, sing, and praise God! Some of the people were kind of shocked that we actually had DRUMS and ELECTRICE GUITARS, but after a few minutes, they seemed to like it. Of course, by the end of the songs, the 23 people who showed up from our church were basically the only people still standing :)
I liked the pastor's sermon a lot. He talked about how funny it is that we make plans, clear our schedules, pack up, load up the car, rent a beach house, take our stuff down to the beach, put on sunblock, set up the chairs, and then try our very best not to get wet or sandy.
Huh?
He said that that's kind of how some of us Christians are about God. We're really excited, but then we get to the "beach" of ministry where it can get a little uncomfortable, and we're ready to step back out of the water. It was really thought-provoking, and the pastor was really funny.
Well, I'm supposed to get off the computer at 10:15 since school started, and it's 10:20 right now, so I better go. Thanks for reading, and PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, don't hesitate to ask questions for Question Day :)
Thanks for reading, y'all!
OHH! I almost forgot! (Shame on you, Kendra.) I've been tagged by the lovely Bethany, a fellow LotR fan.
Rules: Tell 30 things about yourself! It's as easy as that.
1. I have never ridden in an air plane.
2. I can sometimes make my eyes change between blue and green, and once I made one blue and one green at the same time. I don't know if that's even really possible, though. Maybe it was just the light.
3. I used to have hair almost down to my waist.
4. I can speak Elvish a TINY bit.
5. I wear my mood ring on my left ring finger all the time, and when I get married, all my friends joke that we'll have to have a Ceremonial Removing of the Mood Ring :P
6. My favorite candy is M&Ms and Hershey Kisses.
7. I hate jelly beans and skittles.
8. So far, this is the oldest I've ever been.
9. I'm obsessed with names.
10. I love eerie sounding music.
11. Indian (like, the Asian kind, not the Native American kind, lol)/Arabic culture is my favorite.
12. I take a long time to make decisions of the heart.
13. I like pizza hot, warm, and cold, and I will eat it three meals a day for days on end if posisble. I never get tired of it. Really. Never.
14. I'm terrified of crane flies.
15. Only about six people call me by my really-obvious nickname.
16. I love food, but I don't like to eat. (I cannot explain this at all.)
17. I'm addicted to the computer.
18. I used to start tons of clubs when I was younger.
19. I used to want to be the first woman president.
20. Getting new followers makes my day. (Really, it does. I have no idea why. I guess it's just good to know that people care about what I have to say.)
21. I go to the best church ever XD
22. My biggest, deepest desire is to have an older brother.
23. My favorite books ever are the "Farsala Trilogy" by Hilari Bell.
24. I *love* the classic Disney movies (especially Aladin).
25. I love the Disney show Phineas and Ferb.
26. So do my parents. We actually got my dad a Phineas and Ferb beach towel for his birthday.
27. I'm singing the Cheetah Girls' "It's Over" for my audition. IF, that is, I can find the sheet music...*moan*
28. Kendra means "fire-sprung", but Kenda means "from the clear, cool water"
29. Smells remind me of things.
30. I have a weakness for older brother characters.
The end :)
I tag...
Abby
GracieTheFirst
Cavender
BJHamrick
Ciaraaa:)
Saturday, August 15, 2009
My Life, the Pscho Mystery Story?!
So...today was...weird to say the least. Wow. Just really weird.
The weirdness started last night. I mean, I guess. I don't remember. Which is the weirdest part! Okay, so apparently last night went just like any other night pretty much. I went to bed, and then read Maximum Ride: Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports for a really, really long time. I went to the bathroom right before turning off the light, and on my way back to my room, I heard this creepy hissing noise, so real and so close that my blood ran cold. I whirled around, hoping I wouldn't actually see anything, but in the middle of the big downstairs room, is a tall something. More blood running cold. The thing hissed again, and this time it sounded like, "Hey."
It was Lizzy.
I was pretty ticked off at her for freaking me out. I was only half conscious anyway because I'd been reading Max like a fiend trying to get as far into it as I could before I passed out asleep. My mind was working in creepy ways, going about bird kids and mutants and evil scientists and sneaky Erasers and junk like that, so having Lizzy sneaking around the house at night really didn't help the situation much.
But, I digress.
I went to sleep after a while of lying in bed, wondering why I was still awake. When I finally went to sleep, I had millions and millions of very fast, very flashy, very creepy, very intense dreams. They had to do with everything from twin brothers who fought to air vents flying off to big spiders to my friend Gabrielle evangelizing. And a **TON** of stuff that I can't clearly remember.
I woke up with a jolt, kind of warm and cozy and disoriented. Then, my stomach hurt like crap. Not like I was gonna be sick, like someone was cutting open my insides. It hurt really bad. But I must have dozed off again because I woke up when my mom came in and opened the blinds saying, "I'm so sorry, I forgot, you have soccer practice at 10 and it's five till right now." I opened my eyes and was once again greeted by the knife-in-the-gut sensation.
"My stomach hurts," I said. My mom was sympathetic, but still kind of hurrying me to get to soccer. I went to the bathroom, but my stomach still hurt really bad. I wondered if my mom had overslept or something since she and my dad hadn't gotten back until really late the night before. They'd been helping at a wedding rehearsal and hadn't gotten back until 12:34. Funny time, isn't it?
Well, my stomach was still slicing itself up even as I tried to get ready for soccer. It really hurt, and I didn't think I'd be a very good addition to the team, so I ended up calling the coach and leaving a message explaining why I didn't go to practice.
After a while, my stomach felt better, and I read some Max (finished it actually) before lunch.
The day went on pretty usual from there. Lots of reading and talking, though no computer at all, which was weird.
At 4:45 I started getting ready to go to this wedding we had to go to tonight (I just got back from it). I put on my new dress (you saw it yesterday) and all that good stuff. We went to the wedding. On the way, I started having really weird feelings about my parents getting home so late. It almost seemed like they didn't get home late, and that was just a dream. I had dreamed so much...I couldn't be sure. So, I asked.
"What time did you guys get home last night? Was it really late?"
Daddy sort of shrugged, eyes on the road. "It was a little after 8, I guess." He turned to my mom. "Wouldn't you say?" She agreed.
For the second time that day, my blood ran cold. What?? They hadn't gotten home at 12:34? But...but I had been so sure! I remember it! I remebered them--Wait, I remembered them coming home at 12:34, but I didn't remember anything else...
"Uhm, so you didn't come home at 12:34?" I asked. Daddy frowned.
"Uh, no," he said. I was getting a little weirded out.
"Oh....'kay...Well, what did we do last night?" I asked.
The whole family kind of looked at me.
"Momma and Daddy brought home those strawberry popsicle things..." Lizzy prompted. That faintly ran a bell...
"We watched about an hour of What Not to Wear," my mom reminded me.
"And that new episode of Phineas and Ferb," Daddy said.
I know I was looking at them like they were speaking Russian, but I didn't remember any of that! They had to be kidding me. Or maybe I was kidding me...but how can you kid yourself?
"You don't remember this?" Daddy asked. I stared at him and shook my head. He went on, "I was downstairs in the unfinished part of the basement, trying to fix the air conditioning? You said goodnight to me, then went into your room and closed the door?"
I frowned and nodded slowly, "Now that you mention it, I remember that."
My mom nodded. "Is it starting to come back now?"
Still, frowning, I had to answer, "Uh...no, not really."
They didn't seem nearly as alarmed about this whole thing as I was.
The wedding was beautiful, and the food was good, but I didn't get enough, so I'm still hungry, which for some reason is the best feeling to me. One of my favorite feelings is to be really tired and really hungry when I'm going to bed in the summer. I have NO IDEA why.
I also have no idea what happened last night, or why I had such insane, fast-flashing dreams, or why I don't remember anything that happened last night except strawberry popsicles and my dad fixing the air conditioning. I'm kind of scared.
Why can't I remember that random little piece of time?
Did the dreams mean anything?
Will I remember what happened tonight when I wake up?
Did my stomach pains this morning have anything to do with it all?
I know this probably sounds like some insane mystery book and not at all like real life, but that's me for you, I guess. Even though this is creepy and freaky, it's kind of...well...exciting, too. I hope this turns out to be something really awesome and not just a random brain fart or something. Hmm...
But then again, I hope it's not something serious, like brain failure...
Just keep me in your thoughts...and hopefully tonight will keep itself in my thoughts, too...
The weirdness started last night. I mean, I guess. I don't remember. Which is the weirdest part! Okay, so apparently last night went just like any other night pretty much. I went to bed, and then read Maximum Ride: Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports for a really, really long time. I went to the bathroom right before turning off the light, and on my way back to my room, I heard this creepy hissing noise, so real and so close that my blood ran cold. I whirled around, hoping I wouldn't actually see anything, but in the middle of the big downstairs room, is a tall something. More blood running cold. The thing hissed again, and this time it sounded like, "Hey."
It was Lizzy.
I was pretty ticked off at her for freaking me out. I was only half conscious anyway because I'd been reading Max like a fiend trying to get as far into it as I could before I passed out asleep. My mind was working in creepy ways, going about bird kids and mutants and evil scientists and sneaky Erasers and junk like that, so having Lizzy sneaking around the house at night really didn't help the situation much.
But, I digress.
I went to sleep after a while of lying in bed, wondering why I was still awake. When I finally went to sleep, I had millions and millions of very fast, very flashy, very creepy, very intense dreams. They had to do with everything from twin brothers who fought to air vents flying off to big spiders to my friend Gabrielle evangelizing. And a **TON** of stuff that I can't clearly remember.
I woke up with a jolt, kind of warm and cozy and disoriented. Then, my stomach hurt like crap. Not like I was gonna be sick, like someone was cutting open my insides. It hurt really bad. But I must have dozed off again because I woke up when my mom came in and opened the blinds saying, "I'm so sorry, I forgot, you have soccer practice at 10 and it's five till right now." I opened my eyes and was once again greeted by the knife-in-the-gut sensation.
"My stomach hurts," I said. My mom was sympathetic, but still kind of hurrying me to get to soccer. I went to the bathroom, but my stomach still hurt really bad. I wondered if my mom had overslept or something since she and my dad hadn't gotten back until really late the night before. They'd been helping at a wedding rehearsal and hadn't gotten back until 12:34. Funny time, isn't it?
Well, my stomach was still slicing itself up even as I tried to get ready for soccer. It really hurt, and I didn't think I'd be a very good addition to the team, so I ended up calling the coach and leaving a message explaining why I didn't go to practice.
After a while, my stomach felt better, and I read some Max (finished it actually) before lunch.
The day went on pretty usual from there. Lots of reading and talking, though no computer at all, which was weird.
At 4:45 I started getting ready to go to this wedding we had to go to tonight (I just got back from it). I put on my new dress (you saw it yesterday) and all that good stuff. We went to the wedding. On the way, I started having really weird feelings about my parents getting home so late. It almost seemed like they didn't get home late, and that was just a dream. I had dreamed so much...I couldn't be sure. So, I asked.
"What time did you guys get home last night? Was it really late?"
Daddy sort of shrugged, eyes on the road. "It was a little after 8, I guess." He turned to my mom. "Wouldn't you say?" She agreed.
For the second time that day, my blood ran cold. What?? They hadn't gotten home at 12:34? But...but I had been so sure! I remember it! I remebered them--Wait, I remembered them coming home at 12:34, but I didn't remember anything else...
"Uhm, so you didn't come home at 12:34?" I asked. Daddy frowned.
"Uh, no," he said. I was getting a little weirded out.
"Oh....'kay...Well, what did we do last night?" I asked.
The whole family kind of looked at me.
"Momma and Daddy brought home those strawberry popsicle things..." Lizzy prompted. That faintly ran a bell...
"We watched about an hour of What Not to Wear," my mom reminded me.
"And that new episode of Phineas and Ferb," Daddy said.
I know I was looking at them like they were speaking Russian, but I didn't remember any of that! They had to be kidding me. Or maybe I was kidding me...but how can you kid yourself?
"You don't remember this?" Daddy asked. I stared at him and shook my head. He went on, "I was downstairs in the unfinished part of the basement, trying to fix the air conditioning? You said goodnight to me, then went into your room and closed the door?"
I frowned and nodded slowly, "Now that you mention it, I remember that."
My mom nodded. "Is it starting to come back now?"
Still, frowning, I had to answer, "Uh...no, not really."
They didn't seem nearly as alarmed about this whole thing as I was.
The wedding was beautiful, and the food was good, but I didn't get enough, so I'm still hungry, which for some reason is the best feeling to me. One of my favorite feelings is to be really tired and really hungry when I'm going to bed in the summer. I have NO IDEA why.
I also have no idea what happened last night, or why I had such insane, fast-flashing dreams, or why I don't remember anything that happened last night except strawberry popsicles and my dad fixing the air conditioning. I'm kind of scared.
Why can't I remember that random little piece of time?
Did the dreams mean anything?
Will I remember what happened tonight when I wake up?
Did my stomach pains this morning have anything to do with it all?
I know this probably sounds like some insane mystery book and not at all like real life, but that's me for you, I guess. Even though this is creepy and freaky, it's kind of...well...exciting, too. I hope this turns out to be something really awesome and not just a random brain fart or something. Hmm...
But then again, I hope it's not something serious, like brain failure...
Just keep me in your thoughts...and hopefully tonight will keep itself in my thoughts, too...
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Change
I'm sorry I haven't posted in a few days! It's just been kind of busy, and I haven't felt like posting.
Today was fun! Daniel (14), Emily (12), and Caleb (10) came over to swim in the lake. Unfortuantely, it rained a lot, so at first we were trapped inside playing Monopoly (that lasted about ten minutes), and Break the Safe (we actually made it through the whole game). After lunch, we went down to the lake, and had LOTS of fun. We flipped the giant tube over, and played king of the hill a little. I barely played. I figure my chances of winning were slim and none since I can't even knock Matt ("little brother", age almost-13) off anymore. I did knock Caleb off once, though. Watching big-brother-little-brother interaction is always kind of hard for me, but I like it still. It just reminds me of how things used to be, and how things have changed.
It was just a lot of fun. I love hanging out with them.
Other than that, I've been keeping my room pretty clean (I know, I know, I marked THAT day on the calender), packing my new pink and charcoal backpack with school stuff, and reading "Beowulf", which I should have started earlier. Like, maybe seventh grade. It's amazing how much the English language has changed over the years.
The old English isn't too bad to read, not after Shakespeare last year, but the names are awful! I can't pronounce but three of them, and almost all of them begin with H! Haelfdene, Halga, Hrothgar, Heorogar, Heoro, the list go on and freakin' on! It's crazy! *moan* But I'm gettin' through it. Somehow.
"The W Chronicles" character sketches and outlines are going pretty well. I'm starting to really like Tyler (she's a girl, just so you know). She's kind of a cool character. I'm also trying not to start crushing on my own guy characters. *sigh* That tends to happen kind of a lot. Not really with Darren, surprisingly. He's more of a brother-feeling character to me. Paige is more of a daughter almost. The character (of my own) that I had the biggest crush on was this guy named Jayden. Man, he was awesome. I mean, the writing isn't anything amazing, I just really love his character. That hasn't changed over the years. I still fall for the same kind of character.
I'm listening to "Had a Bad Day", chipmunk version. Love it.
I'm also reading the first Harry Potter (have I said that before?). Honestly, so far, I don't even like it. I'm on chapter, like, three, but I just can't get into it. It's too cartoony and I can't stand Harry. Maybe it'll get better as I read on. It's weird, though, because this used to be the kind of thing I'd just eat up. Guess I've changed...
Now I'm watching Michael Jackson's Thriller video. The special effects are so good considering how old this thing is. Haha, I love the part where I flashes over to the theater, and everyone is cringing except Michael, who's eating popcorn and grinning. Lols :) And I love the part where he asks, "You were scared, weren't you?" and his girlfriends is like, "I wasn't that scared." And she walks off. And Michael kind of giggles and is like, "*hehe* You were scared..." Just watch it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AtyJbIOZjS8&feature=related Too bad he changed and got all weird.
Omg, this made me cry this time. I don't even know why. Something seems different or something. The song "The Call" from the movie Prince Caspian? Do you know it? I don't know why, but this time, it felt really...I don't know. It just made me cry. And I don't usually cry anymore, so that was weird. Here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CvaTrg8Frg
Anyway, um...I had so much to say, but now I can't remember any of it! Oh well.
OHHHHHHH, DUH! Today is Quote Day! And I need to do Picture Day and Word Day, too.
Quote Day: "But just because they can't feel it too, doesn't mean that you have to forget." a line in "The Call."
Picture Day:
What is this a picture of? My opinion? Change. Yours? Comment or email me.
Word Day: Change. Is it good or bad? Sometimes one, sometimes the other. The Call: "Just because everything's changing, doesn't mean it's never been this way before."
Lots to think about, guys. Listen to The Call. It's such an amazing song. The lyrics are in the description if you click "more info". I recommend it.
P.S. It looks like the names Kieran and Vega are winning for the name of my assassin girl, and Word Day and Carpe Noctem Day are going to be kicked out! Disagree? GO VOTE!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
*mutters and moans*
I'm burning up. *moan* I haven't been able to cool off since lunch. We ate at a pizza place that was way hot, and I haven't cooled down since. *moaaaaan*
And now I also have a headache, and my throat feels funny. *hangs head sadly*
Sorry. I'm in kind of a pitiful mood. I'm going to try to suck it up and move on.
'Kay, so, it's God Day, and I have an idea, but I feel so pathetic, I wouldn't be able to write anything very well anyway.
What I've been doing lately: reading Maximum Ride: Angel Experiment. It was very good. Favorite character: Fang, the strong, silent type. Yay, Fang.
I'm also halfway watching the Hannah Montana "brother-a-thon" and wishing I were Miley Stuart.
OW! I just bashed my elbow on the counter!
*mutters evilly*
Okay, I'm leaving. I have no idea why I feel so crappy, but I'm going to just go get some juice or something and read the next book in the Maximum Ride series.
Sorry for being pathetic :(
And now I also have a headache, and my throat feels funny. *hangs head sadly*
Sorry. I'm in kind of a pitiful mood. I'm going to try to suck it up and move on.
'Kay, so, it's God Day, and I have an idea, but I feel so pathetic, I wouldn't be able to write anything very well anyway.
What I've been doing lately: reading Maximum Ride: Angel Experiment. It was very good. Favorite character: Fang, the strong, silent type. Yay, Fang.
I'm also halfway watching the Hannah Montana "brother-a-thon" and wishing I were Miley Stuart.
OW! I just bashed my elbow on the counter!
*mutters evilly*
Okay, I'm leaving. I have no idea why I feel so crappy, but I'm going to just go get some juice or something and read the next book in the Maximum Ride series.
Sorry for being pathetic :(
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Another Amazing Day!
Not much time.
Lake 11:00am-7:30pm.
Matt, Katie, lots of other people.
Big family again. Awesome.
Two girls (Kaitlin and Jessica) are coming over in a minute and spending the night.
Katie is spending the night, too.
I always think it's funny when Lizzy will go over to Katie's one night, and then the next night, Katie is over at our house.
Got sunburned on shoulders and face. Oh well. It was worth it.
Got to see Matt and Katie's cousins again for the first time in FOREVER. They're both absolutely *GORGEOUS* now and pretty fun. Kind of city girls, though, lol! I never realize how "country" I am until city people come.
Can't post on Carpe Noctem right now :( I'm too tired. The post would be really shallow and rotten. Plus, Kaitlin and Jessica should be here any minute now.
I've said it before, I'll say it again: I must be the luckiest girl in the world!!
P.S. I also had a dream last night that I had four brothers!!!!!!! Two older, two younger. And a bunch of sisters. One of the younger brothers was Matt! Lol! Maybe I'll tell you all about the dream sometime. I wrote it down. I always write down my interesting dreams, especially if they're about brothers. When I'm feeling pitiful, I read over them. Yes, I am weird.
P.P.S. THANK YOU, OURLIFESAVIOR FOR FOLLOWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow, I'm back up to 35 followers. Strange world, isn't it?
Lake 11:00am-7:30pm.
Matt, Katie, lots of other people.
Big family again. Awesome.
Two girls (Kaitlin and Jessica) are coming over in a minute and spending the night.
Katie is spending the night, too.
I always think it's funny when Lizzy will go over to Katie's one night, and then the next night, Katie is over at our house.
Got sunburned on shoulders and face. Oh well. It was worth it.
Got to see Matt and Katie's cousins again for the first time in FOREVER. They're both absolutely *GORGEOUS* now and pretty fun. Kind of city girls, though, lol! I never realize how "country" I am until city people come.
Can't post on Carpe Noctem right now :( I'm too tired. The post would be really shallow and rotten. Plus, Kaitlin and Jessica should be here any minute now.
I've said it before, I'll say it again: I must be the luckiest girl in the world!!
P.S. I also had a dream last night that I had four brothers!!!!!!! Two older, two younger. And a bunch of sisters. One of the younger brothers was Matt! Lol! Maybe I'll tell you all about the dream sometime. I wrote it down. I always write down my interesting dreams, especially if they're about brothers. When I'm feeling pitiful, I read over them. Yes, I am weird.
P.P.S. THANK YOU, OURLIFESAVIOR FOR FOLLOWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow, I'm back up to 35 followers. Strange world, isn't it?
Friday, July 17, 2009
Observing the Male Specimen
Friends = Family
Family = Happiness
Happiness = Need To Capture Moment With A Post
Need To Capture Moment With A Post = Here I Am
We had those people over for dinner: Matt (12), Katie (10), Bwell (it's a nickname) (12), and the new boys Sam (12) and Joey (10). (And their parents, obviously.) The girl my age is at camp apparently, so she couldn't come.
I had so much fun. It was like having brothers. It was partly heart-warming, and partly heart-wrenching. I had the time of my life.
Boys are so violent, though. It's kind of fascinating to just watch them considering I DON'T HAVE ANY BROTHERS TO OBSERVE AT MY HOUSE. I had a bunch of my LiveStrong bracelets (those rubber bracelets) lying around that I was gonna throw away or give away, and before long, they were shooting them at each other. After a while, I just joined in.
Then, they just killed each other for a while. I don't know why boys have to try to kill each other FOR FUN. It doesn't make a lot of sense, but in a very strange way I still understand it.
*sob* I NEED A BIGGER FAMILY! WHY IS IT JUST ME AND LIZZY? WHY? WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY?? WHY COULDN'T I HAVE HAD BROTHERS? IS ONE BROTHER TOO MUCH TO ASK? ONE? ONE?? JOSEPH HAD ELEVEN FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE! IT DOESN'T EVEN HAVE TO BE AN OLDER BROTHER! I'D SETTLE FOR YOUNGER! A TODDLER? SOMETHING! AHHHHHHHHHHH!
To make matters worse, Sam went over to Matt's house, and Lizzy went over to Katie's house (same house, but whatever), and now I'm ALL ALONE. I went from having a huge, amazing family WITH BROTHERS, to being a sad, lonely, only child.
Life is wonderful, life is sad.
But there's a reason for everything, right?
Right?
*sob*
Family = Happiness
Happiness = Need To Capture Moment With A Post
Need To Capture Moment With A Post = Here I Am
We had those people over for dinner: Matt (12), Katie (10), Bwell (it's a nickname) (12), and the new boys Sam (12) and Joey (10). (And their parents, obviously.) The girl my age is at camp apparently, so she couldn't come.
I had so much fun. It was like having brothers. It was partly heart-warming, and partly heart-wrenching. I had the time of my life.
Boys are so violent, though. It's kind of fascinating to just watch them considering I DON'T HAVE ANY BROTHERS TO OBSERVE AT MY HOUSE. I had a bunch of my LiveStrong bracelets (those rubber bracelets) lying around that I was gonna throw away or give away, and before long, they were shooting them at each other. After a while, I just joined in.
Then, they just killed each other for a while. I don't know why boys have to try to kill each other FOR FUN. It doesn't make a lot of sense, but in a very strange way I still understand it.
*sob* I NEED A BIGGER FAMILY! WHY IS IT JUST ME AND LIZZY? WHY? WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY?? WHY COULDN'T I HAVE HAD BROTHERS? IS ONE BROTHER TOO MUCH TO ASK? ONE? ONE?? JOSEPH HAD ELEVEN FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE! IT DOESN'T EVEN HAVE TO BE AN OLDER BROTHER! I'D SETTLE FOR YOUNGER! A TODDLER? SOMETHING! AHHHHHHHHHHH!
To make matters worse, Sam went over to Matt's house, and Lizzy went over to Katie's house (same house, but whatever), and now I'm ALL ALONE. I went from having a huge, amazing family WITH BROTHERS, to being a sad, lonely, only child.
Life is wonderful, life is sad.
But there's a reason for everything, right?
Right?
*sob*
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Kind of Cheating
I am cheating today. I'm just going to do a fill-out and then tag people instead of doing a real post so that I can write. Er, try to write. (I will also post the answers to my quiz about ME that I made on Facebook.) If you are reading this, consider yourself tagged. You can do the fill-out in a comment, on your own blog, or you can pretend you never read this and quietly leave without doing it at all.
I'm in the weirdest (well, one of the weirdest) moods ever. I have Darth Vader's voice stuck in my head. LOVE HIM.
Anyway. Fill-out (ironically, some of the questions are the same as the questions on my quiz... wonder how that happened :D):
Actually, on second thought, I'm just going to post my quiz like a fill-out, and y'all do it, too, okay? So, it's basically just like a tag only the questions came from the "How Well Do You Know Kendra Logan" quiz.
1. What is your favorite pizza topping? Cheese :) I'm a baby.
2. If you could be anything for a day, what would it be? A boy. A close second is invisible. That would be so cool. You could go around tripping people all day and they'd never figure it out >:D
3. What is your favorite boy's name? Cavender, followed EXTREMELY closely by Drake and Kade.
4. What would you be willing to eat for 10,000 dollars? Virtually anything as long as it wasn't a peanut product and you paid me up front. SHOW ME THE MONEY.
5. What mythical creature would you want to be? Psh, EASY. An elf. (I'm already half, so not far to go there ;))
6. You have a weakness for...? Books.
7. If you had one day left to live, how would you live it? Trying to figure out how to prevent my death.
8. Your favorite author is...? Hilari Bell. (She wrote the "Farsala Trilogy".)
9. Are you good with violence in movies? Yup. Bring on the blood and guts.
10. Are you a good liar? Yes. I'm good. (And, no, I'm not lying about that ;))
11. What is your favorite fast-food restaurant? Subway, closely followed by McDonald's.
12. Do you have any siblings? Yeah, Lizzy. She's 12 and 1/2.
13. If so, do you get along with them? Sometimes.
14. Who's your favorite Disney movie villain? Jafar. He's actually evil and actually smart instead of being one of those stupid bad guys that falls for every trick in the book.
15. Who's your favorite Disney movie prince? Aladin. VERY closely followed by the Beast.
16. You're a sucker for...? Brothers.
17. What time are you usually in bed by (in the summertime)? Midnight, usually.
Okay, now, fill it out! Looking forward to reading your answers :)
Friday, June 26, 2009
Happy!
I'm so happy right now. Really. I can't even describe the feeling of joy and peace and a day well spent that I feel. Nothing particularly amazing happened, I'm just feeling really good.
We went to the pool today with David (age fourteen) and Daniel (age almost-sixteen). I wore my new bathing suit, and I hated it at first. It's kind of low, especially for me, and I felt so self-conscious it wasn't even funny. I didn't have any fun at all for the first couple of hours. Then, I started to get used to the suit, and realized that I COULD actually do stuff in it without it totally flying off. That's when the fun began. After I got over myself, things were just like old times, only better because we all trust each other even more than we did last year. We did all kinds of fun and slightly WEIRD stuff. We made a human pyramid (sort of...lol), held each other (I held Lizzy, Daniel held me, and then David held Daniel), and the boys threw me and Lizzy. I go pretty far :D
It was just a total blast. It was like having brothers for a day, which is always awesome. I'm totally comfortable around the Ds. They're like family. It was just such a fun day!!
We probably would have all gone over to someone's house, but D 'n' D's dad had something planned or something. Lizzy and I are going to watch the Disney channel premier of "Princess Protection Program" tonight :) We're also having frozen pizzas and goldfish. This day just keeps getting better and better.
I really must be the luckiest girl in the world.
Thanks for listening to all that ridiculously happy stuff :) Now, carpe diem! No looking back, only forward. It doesn't matter what happened yesterday or last year, there is only today, only now. This is the only June 26th 2009 you're ever going to get, so make the best of it.
[Weird fact: did you know Michael Jackson invented the dance "the robot"? I didn't know that. Cool, huh?]
We went to the pool today with David (age fourteen) and Daniel (age almost-sixteen). I wore my new bathing suit, and I hated it at first. It's kind of low, especially for me, and I felt so self-conscious it wasn't even funny. I didn't have any fun at all for the first couple of hours. Then, I started to get used to the suit, and realized that I COULD actually do stuff in it without it totally flying off. That's when the fun began. After I got over myself, things were just like old times, only better because we all trust each other even more than we did last year. We did all kinds of fun and slightly WEIRD stuff. We made a human pyramid (sort of...lol), held each other (I held Lizzy, Daniel held me, and then David held Daniel), and the boys threw me and Lizzy. I go pretty far :D
It was just a total blast. It was like having brothers for a day, which is always awesome. I'm totally comfortable around the Ds. They're like family. It was just such a fun day!!
We probably would have all gone over to someone's house, but D 'n' D's dad had something planned or something. Lizzy and I are going to watch the Disney channel premier of "Princess Protection Program" tonight :) We're also having frozen pizzas and goldfish. This day just keeps getting better and better.
I really must be the luckiest girl in the world.
Thanks for listening to all that ridiculously happy stuff :) Now, carpe diem! No looking back, only forward. It doesn't matter what happened yesterday or last year, there is only today, only now. This is the only June 26th 2009 you're ever going to get, so make the best of it.
[Weird fact: did you know Michael Jackson invented the dance "the robot"? I didn't know that. Cool, huh?]
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