This was inspired by one of my pastor's sermons.
In 1492, Columbus accidentally stumbled upon the Caribbean. But he didn't know that. He thought it was India. He DIED thinking it was India. He just didn't know.
In the middle ages, the people thought the world was, 6/7 water: a chunk of land with salty puddles in it. They just didn't know.
Before Copernicus, everyone thought the sun revolved around the earth. It was clearly moving around us. They were pissed at Copernicus's crazy new theory. They just didn't know.
And that was the fun of it. No one. Really. Knew.
Columbus, Copernicus, and just the ordinary people saw the world as one giant mystery waiting to be solved.
Is the earth really flat?
Who made everything?
What if the Earth were the thing revolving instead of the sun?
How do I know I'm really alive?
How do you cure the measles?
Why are babies attached to their mothers?
Questions. Endless, exciting, bewildering, dangerous, difficult questions. Who knows? No one? Alright then, I'll find out.
Just imagine. A world where you just. don't. know. Everything is new, exciting, mysterious. Like being a child, only better because you can grow up and things are still just that exciting.
Now come back. To our world, our time.
"No, it's round. Duh."
"'Science' says no one made everything, okay? Drop it."
*eyeroll* "The earth IS revolving. And so are the other seven planets."
"Hook yourself to a heart monitor if you're so concerned about whether or not you're living."
"Gah, I don't know, just get the vaccine. It doesn't matter."
"Just Google it, will you?"
We know everything now. We have Science, the Internet, and all the philosophers before us to figure things out. We've got it from here. It's all old news.
And I find that deeply troubling.
I think science is really important. It's good that we've figured things out and have vaccines and treatments. It's good that we've come so far. It wouldn't be right for us to sit around and NOT figure things out.
But...it's a little sad at the same time. All the wonder, the bright-eyed questions and thousands of little mysteries every day...they're gone. We've solved the mystery. Cracked the case. Finished the puzzle. We think there are no more questions. No more mysteries. We've resigned ourselves to contented boredom.
We've lost the beauty of Wonder and the joy of Discovery. I can't even imagine a world where people Just Don't Know. I would want to get out and discover things, find the answers, think my very own thoughts.
There's no way to go back to ignorance, and I'm not saying we should. I'm just saying that we're living in a World of Lost Mysteries, or at least that's the way we look at it. We can't forget the great art of asking questions. There are still mysteries out there, we just have to pry ourselves way from Google long enough to find them :)
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Showing posts with label thinking. Show all posts
Monday, March 14, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
What's Up With Me
So. Hey :)
I've been thinking and evaluating and struggling with some things lately. Some of it's academic, some of it's personal, and some of it's creative. This year, you know, my goal is to be more myself. To become more the person I feel like I'm supposed to be. Lately I've been feeling like I have to choose between being myself and keeping up with certain aspects of school.
God has blessed me with two facets to my personality: academic and creative. Normally, they coexist fine, but more and more, I've been feeling like they...well...can't.
I can keep up with my school work. I can do great. I can be a model student and get straight A's and tell you everything you want to know about Nietzsche and his Ubermensch, but when I sit down to write, I've got nothing. Nothing.
For a while I dismissed it as a phase. Writer's block. Um, really LONG writer's block...a year and half's worth of writer's block, and getting worse every day...
In 2008, I read 40 books. In 2009, I read 39 books. In 2010, I read 20. Counting school books.
I stopped journaling. I stopped wanting to call my best friend. I got about eight colds in six months. I started putting on an act 24/7 of being the same Happy Healthy Fun Creative Kendra I've always been. I wasn't really very happy anymore, but I figured hey, I was making good grades and that's what counts.
I was beginning to think that I'd have to make a choice, and I knew I had already decided. Writing is who I am, reading is what keeps me going, but it's not what the world (or my parents, I thought) cares about. I can't even tell you the number of times my mom has told me to "stop working on my story and get back to my schoolwork."
Eventually I could do that for myself, and a little too well. I stopped writing because I didn't have time. I figured I could pick it up sometime when I did.
But guys, it doesn't work that way. You use it, or you lose it. I was losing it and I didn't know what to do. I made time for writing, but the words wouldn't come because I was so stressed out about what I SHOULD be doing. Even when I had legitimate "free-time," all I could do was veg out in front of the TV or click around on the internet because books didn't interest me, my words wouldn't come. I resigned myself to giving up creativity, and although it felt like cutting off my right arm, I was already halfway there.
When this year started, I knew I needed to do something. I was becoming dangerously angry and jealous of the homeschooled friends who had time just to enjoy being alive. I would read blogs and want to tear my hair out, thinking "Why can't I be her/him?" I was doing well in school, but completely miserable and losing myself in the sea of dates, atoms, charts, conjugations and theorems.
Good grades definitely count. Especially when you're (please excuse the potential arrogance) really blessed in the intelligence area and are 150% dedicated to getting into Wake Forest University. Good grades do count. A lot.
But is the syllabus more important than my soul?
I always thought homeschooling was about doing what was right for you, not about teaching to test or squeezing you into a system. I know God wants me to do my best and stretch my mind, but at what expense? I don't think he wants me to sacrifice my creative side for my academic side. I think there's a way for them to work together...maybe? Hopefully?
I finally breached the subject with my parents a few days ago. I tried to explain how I feel. Honestly, I didn't expect a great reaction. I expected something along the lines of, "Kendra, you're just being lazy because you're struggling in subjects that don't come naturally to you. Stop daydreaming and hit the books and everything will clear up soon."
But that didn't happen. My parents listened to me and took me seriously. We didn't argue and we actually understood each other.
That conversation definitely goes in the top three Must-Have-Been-God moments of my life.
We arrived at a pretty simple solution:
- We're ordering an algebra curriculum on DVD that I can do every day.
- I'm postponing chemistry until this summer. Without a background in algebra 2, chemistry is borderline impossible.
It doesn't sound like much, does it? But the way I feel is a 180 degree turn-around. I used to sleep until 10 o'clock because waking up was just too stressful and depressing. I used to write a total of 0 words a week. I used to be frustrated and didn't get alone with my parents very well.
It's been four days and I've gotten up earlier, feeling excited and so much full of ME. I've written more in my notebooks than I did all of last summer. I like my parents.
I just feel good. I feel like I'm enjoying life. I feel like I might try to do chemistry today just because I feel like I can.
I know this was a really long post, and possibly not something you're interested in, but I just felt like posting about it. I guess I sort of want insight. Do you think I did the right thing? I feel good, but every once in a while a shadow falls across me and I wonder if I should have just kept things the way they were and tried harder...
Comments are great... :)
~Kendra
I've been thinking and evaluating and struggling with some things lately. Some of it's academic, some of it's personal, and some of it's creative. This year, you know, my goal is to be more myself. To become more the person I feel like I'm supposed to be. Lately I've been feeling like I have to choose between being myself and keeping up with certain aspects of school.
God has blessed me with two facets to my personality: academic and creative. Normally, they coexist fine, but more and more, I've been feeling like they...well...can't.
I can keep up with my school work. I can do great. I can be a model student and get straight A's and tell you everything you want to know about Nietzsche and his Ubermensch, but when I sit down to write, I've got nothing. Nothing.
For a while I dismissed it as a phase. Writer's block. Um, really LONG writer's block...a year and half's worth of writer's block, and getting worse every day...
In 2008, I read 40 books. In 2009, I read 39 books. In 2010, I read 20. Counting school books.
I stopped journaling. I stopped wanting to call my best friend. I got about eight colds in six months. I started putting on an act 24/7 of being the same Happy Healthy Fun Creative Kendra I've always been. I wasn't really very happy anymore, but I figured hey, I was making good grades and that's what counts.
I was beginning to think that I'd have to make a choice, and I knew I had already decided. Writing is who I am, reading is what keeps me going, but it's not what the world (or my parents, I thought) cares about. I can't even tell you the number of times my mom has told me to "stop working on my story and get back to my schoolwork."
Eventually I could do that for myself, and a little too well. I stopped writing because I didn't have time. I figured I could pick it up sometime when I did.
But guys, it doesn't work that way. You use it, or you lose it. I was losing it and I didn't know what to do. I made time for writing, but the words wouldn't come because I was so stressed out about what I SHOULD be doing. Even when I had legitimate "free-time," all I could do was veg out in front of the TV or click around on the internet because books didn't interest me, my words wouldn't come. I resigned myself to giving up creativity, and although it felt like cutting off my right arm, I was already halfway there.
When this year started, I knew I needed to do something. I was becoming dangerously angry and jealous of the homeschooled friends who had time just to enjoy being alive. I would read blogs and want to tear my hair out, thinking "Why can't I be her/him?" I was doing well in school, but completely miserable and losing myself in the sea of dates, atoms, charts, conjugations and theorems.
Good grades definitely count. Especially when you're (please excuse the potential arrogance) really blessed in the intelligence area and are 150% dedicated to getting into Wake Forest University. Good grades do count. A lot.
But is the syllabus more important than my soul?
I always thought homeschooling was about doing what was right for you, not about teaching to test or squeezing you into a system. I know God wants me to do my best and stretch my mind, but at what expense? I don't think he wants me to sacrifice my creative side for my academic side. I think there's a way for them to work together...maybe? Hopefully?
I finally breached the subject with my parents a few days ago. I tried to explain how I feel. Honestly, I didn't expect a great reaction. I expected something along the lines of, "Kendra, you're just being lazy because you're struggling in subjects that don't come naturally to you. Stop daydreaming and hit the books and everything will clear up soon."
But that didn't happen. My parents listened to me and took me seriously. We didn't argue and we actually understood each other.
That conversation definitely goes in the top three Must-Have-Been-God moments of my life.
We arrived at a pretty simple solution:
- We're ordering an algebra curriculum on DVD that I can do every day.
- I'm postponing chemistry until this summer. Without a background in algebra 2, chemistry is borderline impossible.
It doesn't sound like much, does it? But the way I feel is a 180 degree turn-around. I used to sleep until 10 o'clock because waking up was just too stressful and depressing. I used to write a total of 0 words a week. I used to be frustrated and didn't get alone with my parents very well.
It's been four days and I've gotten up earlier, feeling excited and so much full of ME. I've written more in my notebooks than I did all of last summer. I like my parents.
I just feel good. I feel like I'm enjoying life. I feel like I might try to do chemistry today just because I feel like I can.
I know this was a really long post, and possibly not something you're interested in, but I just felt like posting about it. I guess I sort of want insight. Do you think I did the right thing? I feel good, but every once in a while a shadow falls across me and I wonder if I should have just kept things the way they were and tried harder...
Comments are great... :)
~Kendra
Monday, October 25, 2010
Fall
It always surprises me the day I look out my window and leaves cover the ground.
I guess somewhere in the back of my mind I think the seasons will wait for me to give them the go-ahead before they change. Like they won't keep going unless I'm ready. Like I can pause right here and catch up before the season switches.
Every year it seems to surprise me that it doesn't work that way.
I guess somewhere in the back of my mind I think the seasons will wait for me to give them the go-ahead before they change. Like they won't keep going unless I'm ready. Like I can pause right here and catch up before the season switches.
Every year it seems to surprise me that it doesn't work that way.
~Kendra
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Pool Faith
Hey! Well, so far, there are some AWESOME family stories!!! Y'all, this is EXACTLY what I had in mind! You guys are freaking amazing! :D I laughed out loud. Your families are pretty awesome XD
For any sad souls who don't know what I'm talking about, I'm having a crazy family stories contest. Read this post for details!
Today the sermon was cool. Our pastor compared the different styles of faith, to the way we play in the pool!
Are you the kind of person who jumps right in?
Or are you one of those people who steps in one step at a time?
Or maybe you're someone who just sits on the edge and dangles their feet in the water?
That's how it is with faith and God. Some people just want to dive right in! They want all of God, more of God, they're so excited!
Some people are more slow-moving. They don't take things all at once, they like to ease in and explore God little by little. They're more cautious.
Then there are some people who only want a very little bit of God. Just enough to keep them headed to Heaven and away from Hell. They don't necessarily want God all up in their business, but he's a good hobby. They just want to feel the cool pool water, but not much else.
The first and second styles are just different, I think, but there's something to watch out for in the third. We don't want to be those people who want "just enough" of God. We should want to dive in, or at least eventually be surrounded by God's power!
After all, when you look around the pool, who's having the most fun? The jumper-inners, or the foot-danglers? XD
~Kendra
For any sad souls who don't know what I'm talking about, I'm having a crazy family stories contest. Read this post for details!
Today the sermon was cool. Our pastor compared the different styles of faith, to the way we play in the pool!
Are you the kind of person who jumps right in?
Or are you one of those people who steps in one step at a time?
Or maybe you're someone who just sits on the edge and dangles their feet in the water?
That's how it is with faith and God. Some people just want to dive right in! They want all of God, more of God, they're so excited!
Some people are more slow-moving. They don't take things all at once, they like to ease in and explore God little by little. They're more cautious.
Then there are some people who only want a very little bit of God. Just enough to keep them headed to Heaven and away from Hell. They don't necessarily want God all up in their business, but he's a good hobby. They just want to feel the cool pool water, but not much else.
The first and second styles are just different, I think, but there's something to watch out for in the third. We don't want to be those people who want "just enough" of God. We should want to dive in, or at least eventually be surrounded by God's power!
After all, when you look around the pool, who's having the most fun? The jumper-inners, or the foot-danglers? XD
~Kendra
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Growing Up (unedited)
I used to be funner, lighter, less dark. I used to think about different things. I used to read. And write.
It's probably just a growing up thing. But it's weird. It's weird to think about graduating in two years, and then comes the rest of my life, just like that. I'll be grown up. No more having other people help me or be responsible for me. "When I grow up" is just around the corner.
I don't even know how I'm supposed to do this.
I don't know how to do stuff.
And I like being a kid.
Why is this so hard?
~Kendra
It's probably just a growing up thing. But it's weird. It's weird to think about graduating in two years, and then comes the rest of my life, just like that. I'll be grown up. No more having other people help me or be responsible for me. "When I grow up" is just around the corner.
I don't even know how I'm supposed to do this.
I don't know how to do stuff.
And I like being a kid.
Why is this so hard?
~Kendra
Sunday, May 2, 2010
New Thoughts
Modesty.
I’m starting to see this in a new light. You know, modesty isn’t just about being modest. It’s about being considerate of those around you. What might actually be pretty decent clothing can still make some people uncomfortable. Specifically, guys.
Before, when people would say things like this, I would just roll my eyes. “I’m not immodest, okay? If your mind goes there, that’s your problem.”
While I still sort of believe that, it’s kind of mean when you think about it. Sure, guys need to be able to control their minds, but we don’t need to make it harder for them! Guy and girl minds work differently. Basically, guys are just more physical, and their instincts are more physical. The strongest, most amazing Christian guy is going to struggle sometimes. It’s not fair for us girls to parade around, leaving the self-control to all to them. It’s just not fair.
As nice people, not to mention Christians, we should try our best not to make others stumble and fall. Guys try really hard, y’all. (Well, most of them.) How fair is it if we don’t try at all?
This has never really been a personal thing for me, but I feel like it is now. I’m seeing this issue in a whole new light, and it’s incredibly eye-opening.
I’m not saying girls should dress only in long sleeves and skirts. Not at all. I’m also not saying that the responsibility of keeping minds pure rests completely on girls. Not at all. I’m saying it should be a joint effort. Guys, don’t go there. Girls, don’t lead them.
Be considerate, okay? Be fair. Be modest.
The word is taking on a whole new meaning for me.
~Kendra
I’m starting to see this in a new light. You know, modesty isn’t just about being modest. It’s about being considerate of those around you. What might actually be pretty decent clothing can still make some people uncomfortable. Specifically, guys.
Before, when people would say things like this, I would just roll my eyes. “I’m not immodest, okay? If your mind goes there, that’s your problem.”
While I still sort of believe that, it’s kind of mean when you think about it. Sure, guys need to be able to control their minds, but we don’t need to make it harder for them! Guy and girl minds work differently. Basically, guys are just more physical, and their instincts are more physical. The strongest, most amazing Christian guy is going to struggle sometimes. It’s not fair for us girls to parade around, leaving the self-control to all to them. It’s just not fair.
As nice people, not to mention Christians, we should try our best not to make others stumble and fall. Guys try really hard, y’all. (Well, most of them.) How fair is it if we don’t try at all?
This has never really been a personal thing for me, but I feel like it is now. I’m seeing this issue in a whole new light, and it’s incredibly eye-opening.
I’m not saying girls should dress only in long sleeves and skirts. Not at all. I’m also not saying that the responsibility of keeping minds pure rests completely on girls. Not at all. I’m saying it should be a joint effort. Guys, don’t go there. Girls, don’t lead them.
Be considerate, okay? Be fair. Be modest.
The word is taking on a whole new meaning for me.
~Kendra
Friday, April 9, 2010
Food for Thought
"If you can learn a simple trick, Scout, you'll get along a lot better with all kinds of folks. You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view--until you climb into his skin and walk around in it." ~ Atticus Finch, "To Kill A Mocking Bird"
People talk about being judgmental a lot, but I'm starting to think it's one of those lessons you have to figure out for yourself. I can talk until I'm blue in the face about not judging, but you have to learn it for yourself.
Things that you swore never to do, say, think, feel, wear, or forget, you will. Don't be so quick to judge people for what they do. You don't know the half of it. You don't know what's going on with them. You don't know how they feel. Someday when you do, you might feel pretty silly for stereotyping them or writing them off.
Of course, there are boundaries to this. There are some things that are never okay, no matter what the situation. However, it may turn out that things you thought were black and white actually aren't.
Think about it.
~Kendra
P.S. Check out Levi's blog, With the Setting Sun. His writing style is cool, and he's got great thoughts.
People talk about being judgmental a lot, but I'm starting to think it's one of those lessons you have to figure out for yourself. I can talk until I'm blue in the face about not judging, but you have to learn it for yourself.
Things that you swore never to do, say, think, feel, wear, or forget, you will. Don't be so quick to judge people for what they do. You don't know the half of it. You don't know what's going on with them. You don't know how they feel. Someday when you do, you might feel pretty silly for stereotyping them or writing them off.
Of course, there are boundaries to this. There are some things that are never okay, no matter what the situation. However, it may turn out that things you thought were black and white actually aren't.
Think about it.
~Kendra
P.S. Check out Levi's blog, With the Setting Sun. His writing style is cool, and he's got great thoughts.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Bad Memories vs. Good Ones
Why are bad things always easier to remember than good?
I actually thought of this question while riding home from dance tonight. We have this tape-and-wire (technical, I know) thing that lets you play your iPod through the car speakers. Well, the wire is apparently getting old. Half the time the music doesn't come out of the speakers on the right side of the car, and when it does, it breaks up. Static and funny noises are an added bonus. To get your music to play at all you have to contort the wire into uncomfortable positions and HOLD IT THERE.
And then it sometimes still won't play -_-
Sorry. Tangent. But that really does have something to do with the fact that BAD is easier to remember than GOOD.
How? Well, now I can hardly remember what it was like to be able to just LISTEN to my iPod in the car. No wire-jiggling. No iPod-throwing. No wondering if that's really part of the song. All I know is that now, it SUCKS.
We do that a lot, you know, with lots of different things.
When you're starving in the desert, it's hard to remember feeling full and refreshed. But once you're out of the desert, you sure as heck remember how hellish it was to be there.
When you have a broken heart, you swear that it wasn't worth all the good times you had. And then later when you're feeling better, you still swear that getting close to people is a bad idea.
When you're out of shape, you can't remember how good it felt to be able to run a mile flat out. But then when you finally get back into shape, you remember clearly how horrid it felt to sit on the couch all day.
Sometimes the healthy remembrance of the bad is a good thing. It keeps us from loosing sight of where we've come from, and why we stopped/starting doing things differently. But then sometimes it just makes us pessimistic.
The point of this post isn't to say that remembering bad more clearly is better or worse, it's just to point it out. And to ask why.
Why do you think people remember bad things better than good things? Or do you ever agree that we do?
~Kendra
I actually thought of this question while riding home from dance tonight. We have this tape-and-wire (technical, I know) thing that lets you play your iPod through the car speakers. Well, the wire is apparently getting old. Half the time the music doesn't come out of the speakers on the right side of the car, and when it does, it breaks up. Static and funny noises are an added bonus. To get your music to play at all you have to contort the wire into uncomfortable positions and HOLD IT THERE.
And then it sometimes still won't play -_-
Sorry. Tangent. But that really does have something to do with the fact that BAD is easier to remember than GOOD.
How? Well, now I can hardly remember what it was like to be able to just LISTEN to my iPod in the car. No wire-jiggling. No iPod-throwing. No wondering if that's really part of the song. All I know is that now, it SUCKS.
We do that a lot, you know, with lots of different things.
When you're starving in the desert, it's hard to remember feeling full and refreshed. But once you're out of the desert, you sure as heck remember how hellish it was to be there.
When you have a broken heart, you swear that it wasn't worth all the good times you had. And then later when you're feeling better, you still swear that getting close to people is a bad idea.
When you're out of shape, you can't remember how good it felt to be able to run a mile flat out. But then when you finally get back into shape, you remember clearly how horrid it felt to sit on the couch all day.
Sometimes the healthy remembrance of the bad is a good thing. It keeps us from loosing sight of where we've come from, and why we stopped/starting doing things differently. But then sometimes it just makes us pessimistic.
The point of this post isn't to say that remembering bad more clearly is better or worse, it's just to point it out. And to ask why.
Why do you think people remember bad things better than good things? Or do you ever agree that we do?
~Kendra
Monday, February 22, 2010
Good Day
Today was kind of *headspins*. I knocked out all my school work. Like, an entire WEEK'S WORTH of school work. Today. Wanna know how? It's this great strategy called Hole-Up-In-Your-Room-And-Don't-Look-At-The-Computer-All-Day XD
I do have a Latin test tomorrow, though, so if y'all wouldn't mind saying a little prayer for me tomorrow morning? Latin has gotten very difficult lately. We're getting to all the irregularities and things are quite hard to keep straight >.<
Other than school, today has been...well, I haven't done anything other than school! But yesterday was good. I got some things worked out that I've been over-analyzing for like two months. That relieved about 70% of my mental pressure, which enabled me to focus a lot more on school.
I am basically kinda ridiculous. Whenever I have a problem, I think about it 24/7 (dreams included) until I do something about it. Not until I DECIDE to do something, until I DO it. I'm quite obsessive. About everything. So yeah.
Anyway.
I do still have about 200 pages of "Robinson Crusoe" to go. Heh. I'm thinking 10-11:30 I'll read. I'm sure I can knock that out. Then tomorrow morning, I will squeeze in some more Latin. Doesn't that sound like a wise way of working? (Shut up :P)
Okay, well, I don't feel like saying anything more, lol XD Today was really good despite all the school. Yay :) Wow.
~Kendra
I do have a Latin test tomorrow, though, so if y'all wouldn't mind saying a little prayer for me tomorrow morning? Latin has gotten very difficult lately. We're getting to all the irregularities and things are quite hard to keep straight >.<
Other than school, today has been...well, I haven't done anything other than school! But yesterday was good. I got some things worked out that I've been over-analyzing for like two months. That relieved about 70% of my mental pressure, which enabled me to focus a lot more on school.
I am basically kinda ridiculous. Whenever I have a problem, I think about it 24/7 (dreams included) until I do something about it. Not until I DECIDE to do something, until I DO it. I'm quite obsessive. About everything. So yeah.
Anyway.
I do still have about 200 pages of "Robinson Crusoe" to go. Heh. I'm thinking 10-11:30 I'll read. I'm sure I can knock that out. Then tomorrow morning, I will squeeze in some more Latin. Doesn't that sound like a wise way of working? (Shut up :P)
Okay, well, I don't feel like saying anything more, lol XD Today was really good despite all the school. Yay :) Wow.
~Kendra
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Character Day: Ashlyn
Name: Ashlyn Sophie Bricker
Age: 16
Birthday: July 18th
Hair color: very dark brown
Hair style: long, straight, straight bangs
Eye color: murky blue-green
Height: 5'8"
Build: athletic
Loves: action
Hates: goody-goodies
Strength: passion and persuasion
Weakness: lacks tact
Sucker for: flattery
Irritated by: total innocence
Wants most: justice
There's a lot of information about Ashlyn, but the most important thing about this Child of God? That's not something any standard fill-out asks.
God-given power: prophecy
Some people don't believe God still gives out "real" gifts. Tell that to Ashlyn and her twin brother, Solomon. While you're at it, tell their friends Aden and Skye, too. They might disagree.
The Dark Side of Power
In a fallen world, can God show His glory through four chosen teenagers?
Stay tuned for more character clips from my latest project ;)
Sunday, January 17, 2010
God's New Year's Resolution
The New Year is here, and with it come all those fabulous new ideas to make us, our lives, and our futures better.
AKA, New Year's Resolutions.
Now, I don't want to generalize this too much; maybe some of you actually DO follow through on your resolutions. Maybe some of you actually stop cracking your knuckles, lose weight, make healthier choices, finish your novel, and train your puppy. Maybe it's just me that does wonderfully for two or three weeks and then forgets all about her promises.
Or maybe some of you know what I mean ;)
We as humans fall short of perfection, and so naturally, our goals and determination will fall short as well, but...
...what if God were like that?
What if God had led the Israelites out of Egypt, but then after a few years of mess-ups on their part decided that it was too much of a hassle to keep an eye on them?
What if God had originally intended to forgive us all, but somewhere around WWII figured it was all hopeless and just gave up?
What if God had really meant to stay with us through thick and thin, but then...well, he just got tired?
:) Aren't you glad God isn't like us? Aren't you glad our God is an awesome god? Our god is not glorified humanity. Our God is divine, perfect, and King of Kings. God doesn't make promises he can't keep.
God's New Year's Resolution for 2010 is the same as it has been since the beginning of time: "I will always love you, I will always be with you, and I will never give you what you cannot handle."
AKA, New Year's Resolutions.
Now, I don't want to generalize this too much; maybe some of you actually DO follow through on your resolutions. Maybe some of you actually stop cracking your knuckles, lose weight, make healthier choices, finish your novel, and train your puppy. Maybe it's just me that does wonderfully for two or three weeks and then forgets all about her promises.
Or maybe some of you know what I mean ;)
We as humans fall short of perfection, and so naturally, our goals and determination will fall short as well, but...
...what if God were like that?
What if God had led the Israelites out of Egypt, but then after a few years of mess-ups on their part decided that it was too much of a hassle to keep an eye on them?
What if God had originally intended to forgive us all, but somewhere around WWII figured it was all hopeless and just gave up?
What if God had really meant to stay with us through thick and thin, but then...well, he just got tired?
:) Aren't you glad God isn't like us? Aren't you glad our God is an awesome god? Our god is not glorified humanity. Our God is divine, perfect, and King of Kings. God doesn't make promises he can't keep.
God's New Year's Resolution for 2010 is the same as it has been since the beginning of time: "I will always love you, I will always be with you, and I will never give you what you cannot handle."
Saturday, January 2, 2010
My Daybook: Week 1
Just finished watching two episodes of Alias. I love that show. Have I said that before? ;) So, this one had Mr. Sark in it, okay? And he kept...
*voice trails off as you zone out and completely ignore everything I was going to say*
*cough* So. Anyway.
So, guess what? I'M GOING TO START A DAY BOOK! I've been watching them float around, and I figured it'd be fun to start one...eventually. Seems like the new year is a great time to start. Every Saturday, count on one of these popping up...
Wanna do a daybook, too? Click-o here-o (haha, hero...sorry. I'm in a weird mood today).
Kendra's Daybook Week 1
Date: Saturday January 2nd, 2010
Starting time: 9:49pm
Mood: relatively happy. A bit distracted, and sorting some things out.
Outside my window: pitch black. I hate winter -.-
I'm thinking: WOW, if there was ever a big question, this is it. There is no short answer to that one, let me tell ya. A lot. I'm thinking about a lot, and a lot about a lot XD
I'm reading: right now I'm rereading The Mortal Instruments Trilogy. I want to read "Angels and Demons" by Dan Brown ("The Da Vinci Code") next.
I'm listening to: the wind howling around my house. I never knew wind could sound like this in real life until we moved here.
I'm wearing: Banana Republic jeans, a Walk For Autism T-shirt, and my black sweatshirt with the name of my dance studio in gold on it. And socks. That fit. And underwea--you know what, never mind (;P).
Yesterday, I: went to Matt and Katie's house and had an awesome time.
I'm excited for: um, hmm. Nothing really... :(
I'm sad because: whoa! How'd you know I was sad? :O I just can't figure out what to dooooo about some stuff, and that makes me sad, among other emotions.
I'm hungry for: um, I'm not hungry. But if I were, it'd be for Ramen noodles XD
The song stuck inside my head is: Nothing. Aw, dang, now you made me have a certain song in my head... *clears throat* Cavender... -.- :P Just kidding.
I want: O.O Um. I do not know. (Loaded answer, believe me.)
I love: sarcasm (Lols, that totally could have been sarcastic...WooT XD)
I loathe: people who think I am inferior
This week, my goal is: to do really well in the first week of school. Gotta start off strong!!
Did I meet last week's goal?: N/A
Ending time: 10:07pm (See? I told you I was distracted.)
~Kendra
*voice trails off as you zone out and completely ignore everything I was going to say*
*cough* So. Anyway.
So, guess what? I'M GOING TO START A DAY BOOK! I've been watching them float around, and I figured it'd be fun to start one...eventually. Seems like the new year is a great time to start. Every Saturday, count on one of these popping up...
Wanna do a daybook, too? Click-o here-o (haha, hero...sorry. I'm in a weird mood today).Kendra's Daybook Week 1
Date: Saturday January 2nd, 2010
Starting time: 9:49pm
Mood: relatively happy. A bit distracted, and sorting some things out.
Outside my window: pitch black. I hate winter -.-
I'm thinking: WOW, if there was ever a big question, this is it. There is no short answer to that one, let me tell ya. A lot. I'm thinking about a lot, and a lot about a lot XD
I'm reading: right now I'm rereading The Mortal Instruments Trilogy. I want to read "Angels and Demons" by Dan Brown ("The Da Vinci Code") next.
I'm listening to: the wind howling around my house. I never knew wind could sound like this in real life until we moved here.
I'm wearing: Banana Republic jeans, a Walk For Autism T-shirt, and my black sweatshirt with the name of my dance studio in gold on it. And socks. That fit. And underwea--you know what, never mind (;P).
Yesterday, I: went to Matt and Katie's house and had an awesome time.
I'm excited for: um, hmm. Nothing really... :(
I'm sad because: whoa! How'd you know I was sad? :O I just can't figure out what to dooooo about some stuff, and that makes me sad, among other emotions.
I'm hungry for: um, I'm not hungry. But if I were, it'd be for Ramen noodles XD
The song stuck inside my head is: Nothing. Aw, dang, now you made me have a certain song in my head... *clears throat* Cavender... -.- :P Just kidding.
I want: O.O Um. I do not know. (Loaded answer, believe me.)
I love: sarcasm (Lols, that totally could have been sarcastic...WooT XD)
I loathe: people who think I am inferior
This week, my goal is: to do really well in the first week of school. Gotta start off strong!!
Did I meet last week's goal?: N/A
Ending time: 10:07pm (See? I told you I was distracted.)
~Kendra
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
You
I'm studying DNA and genes in biology this week; you know, what makes you, you. Your DNA controls your physical characteristics almost entirely. You can lift weights or something to get stronger, of course, but there's actually a limit to how far you can go. Your DNA determines that limit.
But what about our thoughts and personalities? I've been told that I "act just like my mom" sometimes, but is that because of my DNA, or my mom's influence on me throughout my life? Hmm.
Peoples' personalities are (obviously) very different. I can't figure some people out, and other I understand perfectly. Some people love the color purple, and others (like me) find it a horrible color for whatever reason (sorry, purple-lovers :)). Some love to read, others don't. Some think Obama is the best thing since remote controls, others think it wouldn't hurt him to be a little less like one.
I have often wondered what makes us who we are. DNA to some extent, parental influence to some, God shaping us to some as well, but who are WE?
What is YOU?
I don't mean what do you like. I don't mean when you go shopping and see a cute jacket that is "so you". I mean what are you. Where is the "you" in your body? What makes you, YOU?
If I cut off your finger, is that finger "you"?
Well, yes and no...It's PART of you, but it's not really YOU...
Okay, so you aren't in your finger.
I tend to think people are in their heads. But it's not as if you could dissect someone's brain and find a little piece inside that's "them".
So...what makes us who we are?
It's our minds, yes. Our thoughts. But what are thoughts? Just electric impulses in our brains? How do little electric impulses tell us right and wrong, what to like, how to act? How do little electric impulses make us love to read, or write, or go horseback riding, or paint? How do little electric impulses tell us to be scared, happy, sad, or excited? How do little electric impulses make us love and hate?
Maybe we'll never really know what thoughts are. Maybe people DO know and I just don't yet :) But it's really kind of interesting, isn't it? What separates "you" from "your body"? What are thoughts?
Just something to think about ;)
P.S. Don't forget to vote in the writing poll! Here are some brief descriptions of each story (None of them are complete except "A Spark of Strength"):
The Girl and the Ring: About a mysterious Girl, her "cursed" pirate ring, and her gang of orphans thieves in England during the 1800s. Written when I was 12 or 13. A little over 2000 words long.
The Magic Ring: An average girl named Katelyn gets a mysterious ring from her grandparents. Written when I was 12 or 13. A little over 4000 words long.
A Spark of Strength: Six fire fairy slaves are forced to entertain the the evil Fire Lord. One night things get too much for them to take and they run away--dragging an unexpected helper with them. In the midst of hiding from the Fire Lord, they encounter an interesting elf who may ruin Ember's love life forever. A little over 24,000 words long. Completed. Written when I was 12-14 years old.
Desirae Mayes: Desirae is a writer and a dreamer with a powerful imagination. Maybe too powerful? When her characters are suddenly alive and in the real world, she realizes that writing fantasy and living are two very different things. And maybe it's a good thing she's not God after all...3000 words long. Written a couple of months ago. (I may try to finish it later.)
The Strange Lives of Zillah and Ria: Two sisters, suddenly kidnapped to another world. They meet two brothers and another strange companion who reveals their true heritage. Almost 15,000 words. Written when I was 12.
But what about our thoughts and personalities? I've been told that I "act just like my mom" sometimes, but is that because of my DNA, or my mom's influence on me throughout my life? Hmm.
Peoples' personalities are (obviously) very different. I can't figure some people out, and other I understand perfectly. Some people love the color purple, and others (like me) find it a horrible color for whatever reason (sorry, purple-lovers :)). Some love to read, others don't. Some think Obama is the best thing since remote controls, others think it wouldn't hurt him to be a little less like one.
I have often wondered what makes us who we are. DNA to some extent, parental influence to some, God shaping us to some as well, but who are WE?
What is YOU?
I don't mean what do you like. I don't mean when you go shopping and see a cute jacket that is "so you". I mean what are you. Where is the "you" in your body? What makes you, YOU?
If I cut off your finger, is that finger "you"?
Well, yes and no...It's PART of you, but it's not really YOU...
Okay, so you aren't in your finger.
I tend to think people are in their heads. But it's not as if you could dissect someone's brain and find a little piece inside that's "them".
So...what makes us who we are?
It's our minds, yes. Our thoughts. But what are thoughts? Just electric impulses in our brains? How do little electric impulses tell us right and wrong, what to like, how to act? How do little electric impulses make us love to read, or write, or go horseback riding, or paint? How do little electric impulses tell us to be scared, happy, sad, or excited? How do little electric impulses make us love and hate?
Maybe we'll never really know what thoughts are. Maybe people DO know and I just don't yet :) But it's really kind of interesting, isn't it? What separates "you" from "your body"? What are thoughts?
Just something to think about ;)
P.S. Don't forget to vote in the writing poll! Here are some brief descriptions of each story (None of them are complete except "A Spark of Strength"):
The Girl and the Ring: About a mysterious Girl, her "cursed" pirate ring, and her gang of orphans thieves in England during the 1800s. Written when I was 12 or 13. A little over 2000 words long.
The Magic Ring: An average girl named Katelyn gets a mysterious ring from her grandparents. Written when I was 12 or 13. A little over 4000 words long.
A Spark of Strength: Six fire fairy slaves are forced to entertain the the evil Fire Lord. One night things get too much for them to take and they run away--dragging an unexpected helper with them. In the midst of hiding from the Fire Lord, they encounter an interesting elf who may ruin Ember's love life forever. A little over 24,000 words long. Completed. Written when I was 12-14 years old.
Desirae Mayes: Desirae is a writer and a dreamer with a powerful imagination. Maybe too powerful? When her characters are suddenly alive and in the real world, she realizes that writing fantasy and living are two very different things. And maybe it's a good thing she's not God after all...3000 words long. Written a couple of months ago. (I may try to finish it later.)
The Strange Lives of Zillah and Ria: Two sisters, suddenly kidnapped to another world. They meet two brothers and another strange companion who reveals their true heritage. Almost 15,000 words. Written when I was 12.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Confessions of a Chocoholic
That's not exactly what this post is about, but close enough. And it sounds cool XD
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Advice Day:
Source: Me
Advice: "Chocolate is dangerous. Consume in moderation."
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Play practice tonight :) Yayy! I still love it.
So, I wrote my short allegory for school today. I would like to put more finishing touches on it and polish it a little more, but I only had today to do it. Might go back and work on it some more. I don't really like it, but I don't completely hate it. It's just kind of blah. I'll post it at the end of this if you want to read it, but don't feel like you have to.
Today begins the first bianual Strange Confessions Week. Because...I feel like it. *blink*
Strange Confession #1: I get hurt in my dreams.
I know what you're thinking. Wow, big deal. I've gotten shoved off a skyscraper in my dreams before, too. Not exactly a confession, and not strange either. That's all true.
But you don't actually BRUISE from falling off that dream skyscraper.
I do.
I wake up with actually bruises from stuff that happened in dreams, and scratches and sore muscles, too.
The scratches thing seems easy to explain, doesn't it? I scratched myself in the middle of the night, and then I dreamed about it. Or, I dreamed about it and then scratched myself. Either way. Unfortunately, that theory flops.
Because, flexible as I am, even I can't make several long scratches stretching from my left shoulder to my right hip, and right shoulder to left hip, and neck to back, etc. etc..
Yes, that has happened to me before. How? Why? *shrug* Who knows? Not me.
End of Strange Confession #1.
*sigh* I feel like my posts are getting weird, strange, stupid, and in other ways not...not...not something. Something about my posts is different, and I can't put my finger on it. They're almost...darker or something. Do you think so, too?
*shakes head* I don't know. I think I'm going to stop typing now. I need to figure myself out. I'm sorry for being so weird. I promise I'm going to try to get back to however it was I used to be :-/
Allegory:
“Do you realize what today is?” Rennite asked Felon as they walked home from middle school. Felon frowned, glancing at her best friend with a quizzical look.
“No,” she said, tossing her dark hair out of her eyes. “What is it?” Rennite grinned.
“It’s our two month anniversary of being best friends!” she cried. Felon smiled back.
“Oh, yeah,” she agreed. “I guess we did meet two months ago at…um, where was it?” Rennite frowned.
“Elizabeth’s birthday party,” she reminded. Felon nodded.
“Oh, yeah, that was it,” she said. “Do you want to come over to my house and celebrate?” Rennite nodded, her straight, red hair catching the sunlight.
“Absolutely,” she agreed. “A little friendship party, for just you and me!” Felon smiled as the two turned into her driveway. Rennite frowned as she spotted someone sitting on Felon’s porch.
“Who’s that?” she asked, pointing. Felon squinted.
“I don’t know,” she said. “Oh, wait, is that the girl that moved in next door to the Rileys’?” Rennite shrugged, looking a bit uneasy.
“I don’t know. Do you think we should invite her inside with us?”
Felon shrugged, too. “Let’s just see what she wants.” That seemed fair enough, so the two best friends approached the lone little girl with smiles.
“Hi!” Rennite greeted, trying to be welcoming. “What’s your name?” The girl smiled, revealing perfect white teeth. Her curly, blonde hair bounced as she got to her feet.
“Temporania,” she answered. “I just moved here.” She turned to Felon. “Our moms were talking yesterday and they think we should get to know each other, since we’re both in sixth grade and everything.”
“Oh, sure,” Felon said. She tucked a loose strand of black hair behind her ear. “Um, wanna come inside? Rennite and I were just gonna have a snack.” Temporania smile brightly.
“Sounds great!”
Rennite nibbled her lip. Oh well. They could celebrate the friendship thing later…
“I love your house!” Temporania cried, looking around. Felon smiled faintly.
“Thanks. My mom likes to decorate stuff.” Rennite nodded.
“Yeah, her mom has a great eye for colors,” she said, heading for the kitchen. The other two followed. Temporania sat down at the dining room table, Felon got out the cookies. Rennite poured everyone glasses of milk. An awkward silence hovered over the three.
“So, what school are you going to go to?” Rennite asked Temporania. Temporania swallowed the last of her third cookie and answered,
“Just the public school. Right up the road. Is that where you two go?”
“Yes,” Rennite and Felon said in unison. Temporania beamed.
“Great! It’ll be nice to know some people already.” Rennite frowned and looked away. She didn’t want to snub this girl or anything, but the way she was horning in on Felon’s and her afternoon…
“Oh, hello, girls,” Felon’s mom walked in, smiling. “Felon, Rennite, I see you’ve met Temporania. She just moved in down the street. I was hoping you’d all get together.” Temporania, of course, smiled. Felon raised an eyebrow. Rennite looked away. Sensing the awkwardness, Felon’s mother suggested the girls play a game.
After a few minutes of polite, “Oh, I don’t care, whatever you want”, the game Sorry! was selected. They played three games, two of which Temporania one, and Felon one the last one.
“I guess I better head home to start homework,” Rennite said around four-thirty.
“I should probably go, too,” Temporania said, to Rennite’s relief. Felon smiled to both of them.
“Alright. I’ll see you in school tomorrow!” she called as the two other girls exited.
After dinner of , Rennite called Felon.
“Too bad we didn’t get a chance to celebrate our friendship monthaversary!” Rennite said, half joking, half serious. She could almost see Felon shrugging on the other side of the phone.
“Yeah, that was too bad. Temporania seems nice, though.” Rennite frowned.
“I guess so. I’m just a little miffed that she horned in our day. I guess she is nice, though.”
“Sure,” Felon agreed. “My mom says we’ll all be good friends. She invited Temporania and her family for dinner tomorrow night.”
“That’s cool,” Rennite said, starting to feel better. She and Felon were best friends. How could one girl change that?
The next day at school, Temporania continued being the bright, open girl she’d been the day before. Most everyone loved her, students and teachers alike. Rennite shrugged off her feelings of resentment and began to like her, too.
The feelings came back that night, though, when Felon called to talk about what a great evening her family had had with Temporania’s. Rennite tried to feel happy that Felon had a good time, but the way Felon talked about Temporania made her jealous.
Shrugging off the feelings once again, Rennite finished the conversation and went to bed.
“Finally, lunch,” Rennite said to Temporania and Felon as they made their way to the cafeteria the next day. “I’m starving!”
“Definitely,” Temporania agreed. “I could eat just about anything right now.” She looked at Felon, her eyes gleaming. “As long as it’s not plastic!” Felon burst out laughing and Temporania joined in. Rennite blinked and laughed hesitantly. It wasn’t that funny…
“Sorry,” Temporania gasped as soon as she could speak. “Inside joke.” The words hit Rennite like a punch in the stomach. An inside joke? Rennite bit her tongue to keep from telling Temporania to keep her inside jokes inside.
The three girls settled at their usual table and began unpacking their lunches.
“Look what I brought,” Felon whispered to Temporania. She whipped out two brownies—only two.
“Oh my gosh,” Temporania said. She groaned with a smile, as if she’d just heard a bad joke. “I’m guessing they’re not—”
“No, they’re fine,” Felon interrupted, grinning. Temporania took the brownie and tucked it into her lunchbox, ignoring Rennite. Feeling like she needed to prove her closeness with Felon, Rennite repeated one of their own inside jokes. Felon stared at Rennite for a moment.
“Ohhhh,” she realized. “I remember that.” She turned to Temporania and began explaining the inside joke in great detail. Rennite ate her lunch in silence, listening to Felon and Temporania finish each others’ sentences about the evening before.
After she finished her chores that day, Rennite decided to see if Felon wanted to come over and hang out. She picked up the phone and dialed the number she knew by heart.
“Hello?” came Felon’s voice.
“Felon? Hi! It’s Rennite!”
“Oh. Hi.” Was it just Rennite, or did Felon sound…disappointed? “What’s up? I can’t talk long. Temp—er, I have something I have to go do.”
“Oh.” Rennite swallowed hard. “Well, I just wanted to see if you wanted to come over, but I guess you can’t. What about tomorrow afternoon?”
“Maybe,” Felon didn’t sound too sure. Rennite heard the doorbell ring on Felon’s end of the line. “Oh! Gotta go! Talk to you later!”
Click.
Rennite lowered the phone, tearing up. She angrily slapped the tears away and set to work on her homework. If Felon would rather hang out with Temporania than her, fine. If Felon wanted to throw away two months of friendship, fine. If Felon would rather explain inside jokes to Temporania than to Rennite, fine.
But Rennite didn’t have to sit alone all day and listen to it.
Later that night, Rennite called one of her other friends and made a sleepover date for that Friday.
Over the next week, Temporania told Rennite at least fifty million stories about herself and Felon over lunch. Felon always eagerly jumped in to help tell the stories. Rennite tried very hard not to talk over Temporania with her own “me and Felon” stories, but it grew increasingly difficult.
After a couple of weeks of this, Felon stopped phoning Rennite entirely. She created a new email address and kept “forgetting” to give it to Rennite. Instead of Temporania being the one to initiate the inside jokes and stories, Felon began to start them, too. When Felon’s parents went out of town, she stayed with Temporania, not Rennite. Felon and Temporania made up a secret code, and used it around Rennite. At birthday parties and church, Felon out-and-out ignored Rennite when she tried to speak to her.
Pretty soon, Rennite decided that Felon no longer wanted to be her friend at all. She started getting close to another girl, Fidelia. Rennite and Fidelia became close friends as Felon and Temporania did. Soon, the two pairs had almost nothing to do with each other.
Somewhere around Christmas, Rennite spotted Temporania and Felon with a new girl. They all seemed to be getting along fine. Of course, by this time, Rennite honestly did not care, and went about her own business with Fidelia. She didn’t think another thing of it until Felon randomly called one day.
“Hi, Rennite!” she said brightly over the phone. Rennite was silent for a moment.
“Hello, Felon,” she said somewhat coldly. “Can I help you?” There was a slight pause.
“Well, no…I mean, I was just calling to talk. What’s up?” Felon said.
“You mean lately, or for the past four months?” Rennite continued in the icy voice.
“Er, both…” Felon said. “Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to come over later?”
“Why?” Rennite asked, almost genuinely curious. “Is Temporania busy?”
“Yeah,” Felon replied before she realized what she was saying. “She and this other stupid girl are out going to the movies or something.”
“You don’t say?” Rennite answered sardonically. “You mean Temporania ditched you for someone else?”
“Yeah, can you believe it?” Felon fumed. “So, what about later? Wanna come over and hang out?”
“Not really,” Rennite said indifferently. “I’ve actually got plans with Fidelia. See you later!”
Click.
And so the unforgiving Rennite decided it wasn’t worth Felon’s disloyal company, and Felon learned the hurt of being friends with someone who’s only looking for temporary companionship.
Symbolism:
1. "Temporanea" is Italian for "temporary"
2. "Felon" is French for "disloyal"
3. Rennite is a name meaning "stubborn"
4. Felon’s hair is black and often shadowing her eyes. This stands for shadiness, disloyalty.
5. Rennite’s hair is straight and red. The straight standing for solid principles, not going to bend for anything. The red stands for being extreme, refusing to mend the friendship.
6. Temporania’s hair is curly, bouncing from one direction to another.
7. The girls play Sorry!, a restatement of what’s to come
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Advice Day:
Source: Me
Advice: "Chocolate is dangerous. Consume in moderation."
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Play practice tonight :) Yayy! I still love it.
So, I wrote my short allegory for school today. I would like to put more finishing touches on it and polish it a little more, but I only had today to do it. Might go back and work on it some more. I don't really like it, but I don't completely hate it. It's just kind of blah. I'll post it at the end of this if you want to read it, but don't feel like you have to.
Today begins the first bianual Strange Confessions Week. Because...I feel like it. *blink*
Strange Confession #1: I get hurt in my dreams.
I know what you're thinking. Wow, big deal. I've gotten shoved off a skyscraper in my dreams before, too. Not exactly a confession, and not strange either. That's all true.
But you don't actually BRUISE from falling off that dream skyscraper.
I do.
I wake up with actually bruises from stuff that happened in dreams, and scratches and sore muscles, too.
The scratches thing seems easy to explain, doesn't it? I scratched myself in the middle of the night, and then I dreamed about it. Or, I dreamed about it and then scratched myself. Either way. Unfortunately, that theory flops.
Because, flexible as I am, even I can't make several long scratches stretching from my left shoulder to my right hip, and right shoulder to left hip, and neck to back, etc. etc..
Yes, that has happened to me before. How? Why? *shrug* Who knows? Not me.
End of Strange Confession #1.
*sigh* I feel like my posts are getting weird, strange, stupid, and in other ways not...not...not something. Something about my posts is different, and I can't put my finger on it. They're almost...darker or something. Do you think so, too?
*shakes head* I don't know. I think I'm going to stop typing now. I need to figure myself out. I'm sorry for being so weird. I promise I'm going to try to get back to however it was I used to be :-/
Allegory:
“Do you realize what today is?” Rennite asked Felon as they walked home from middle school. Felon frowned, glancing at her best friend with a quizzical look.
“No,” she said, tossing her dark hair out of her eyes. “What is it?” Rennite grinned.
“It’s our two month anniversary of being best friends!” she cried. Felon smiled back.
“Oh, yeah,” she agreed. “I guess we did meet two months ago at…um, where was it?” Rennite frowned.
“Elizabeth’s birthday party,” she reminded. Felon nodded.
“Oh, yeah, that was it,” she said. “Do you want to come over to my house and celebrate?” Rennite nodded, her straight, red hair catching the sunlight.
“Absolutely,” she agreed. “A little friendship party, for just you and me!” Felon smiled as the two turned into her driveway. Rennite frowned as she spotted someone sitting on Felon’s porch.
“Who’s that?” she asked, pointing. Felon squinted.
“I don’t know,” she said. “Oh, wait, is that the girl that moved in next door to the Rileys’?” Rennite shrugged, looking a bit uneasy.
“I don’t know. Do you think we should invite her inside with us?”
Felon shrugged, too. “Let’s just see what she wants.” That seemed fair enough, so the two best friends approached the lone little girl with smiles.
“Hi!” Rennite greeted, trying to be welcoming. “What’s your name?” The girl smiled, revealing perfect white teeth. Her curly, blonde hair bounced as she got to her feet.
“Temporania,” she answered. “I just moved here.” She turned to Felon. “Our moms were talking yesterday and they think we should get to know each other, since we’re both in sixth grade and everything.”
“Oh, sure,” Felon said. She tucked a loose strand of black hair behind her ear. “Um, wanna come inside? Rennite and I were just gonna have a snack.” Temporania smile brightly.
“Sounds great!”
Rennite nibbled her lip. Oh well. They could celebrate the friendship thing later…
“I love your house!” Temporania cried, looking around. Felon smiled faintly.
“Thanks. My mom likes to decorate stuff.” Rennite nodded.
“Yeah, her mom has a great eye for colors,” she said, heading for the kitchen. The other two followed. Temporania sat down at the dining room table, Felon got out the cookies. Rennite poured everyone glasses of milk. An awkward silence hovered over the three.
“So, what school are you going to go to?” Rennite asked Temporania. Temporania swallowed the last of her third cookie and answered,
“Just the public school. Right up the road. Is that where you two go?”
“Yes,” Rennite and Felon said in unison. Temporania beamed.
“Great! It’ll be nice to know some people already.” Rennite frowned and looked away. She didn’t want to snub this girl or anything, but the way she was horning in on Felon’s and her afternoon…
“Oh, hello, girls,” Felon’s mom walked in, smiling. “Felon, Rennite, I see you’ve met Temporania. She just moved in down the street. I was hoping you’d all get together.” Temporania, of course, smiled. Felon raised an eyebrow. Rennite looked away. Sensing the awkwardness, Felon’s mother suggested the girls play a game.
After a few minutes of polite, “Oh, I don’t care, whatever you want”, the game Sorry! was selected. They played three games, two of which Temporania one, and Felon one the last one.
“I guess I better head home to start homework,” Rennite said around four-thirty.
“I should probably go, too,” Temporania said, to Rennite’s relief. Felon smiled to both of them.
“Alright. I’ll see you in school tomorrow!” she called as the two other girls exited.
After dinner of , Rennite called Felon.
“Too bad we didn’t get a chance to celebrate our friendship monthaversary!” Rennite said, half joking, half serious. She could almost see Felon shrugging on the other side of the phone.
“Yeah, that was too bad. Temporania seems nice, though.” Rennite frowned.
“I guess so. I’m just a little miffed that she horned in our day. I guess she is nice, though.”
“Sure,” Felon agreed. “My mom says we’ll all be good friends. She invited Temporania and her family for dinner tomorrow night.”
“That’s cool,” Rennite said, starting to feel better. She and Felon were best friends. How could one girl change that?
The next day at school, Temporania continued being the bright, open girl she’d been the day before. Most everyone loved her, students and teachers alike. Rennite shrugged off her feelings of resentment and began to like her, too.
The feelings came back that night, though, when Felon called to talk about what a great evening her family had had with Temporania’s. Rennite tried to feel happy that Felon had a good time, but the way Felon talked about Temporania made her jealous.
Shrugging off the feelings once again, Rennite finished the conversation and went to bed.
“Finally, lunch,” Rennite said to Temporania and Felon as they made their way to the cafeteria the next day. “I’m starving!”
“Definitely,” Temporania agreed. “I could eat just about anything right now.” She looked at Felon, her eyes gleaming. “As long as it’s not plastic!” Felon burst out laughing and Temporania joined in. Rennite blinked and laughed hesitantly. It wasn’t that funny…
“Sorry,” Temporania gasped as soon as she could speak. “Inside joke.” The words hit Rennite like a punch in the stomach. An inside joke? Rennite bit her tongue to keep from telling Temporania to keep her inside jokes inside.
The three girls settled at their usual table and began unpacking their lunches.
“Look what I brought,” Felon whispered to Temporania. She whipped out two brownies—only two.
“Oh my gosh,” Temporania said. She groaned with a smile, as if she’d just heard a bad joke. “I’m guessing they’re not—”
“No, they’re fine,” Felon interrupted, grinning. Temporania took the brownie and tucked it into her lunchbox, ignoring Rennite. Feeling like she needed to prove her closeness with Felon, Rennite repeated one of their own inside jokes. Felon stared at Rennite for a moment.
“Ohhhh,” she realized. “I remember that.” She turned to Temporania and began explaining the inside joke in great detail. Rennite ate her lunch in silence, listening to Felon and Temporania finish each others’ sentences about the evening before.
After she finished her chores that day, Rennite decided to see if Felon wanted to come over and hang out. She picked up the phone and dialed the number she knew by heart.
“Hello?” came Felon’s voice.
“Felon? Hi! It’s Rennite!”
“Oh. Hi.” Was it just Rennite, or did Felon sound…disappointed? “What’s up? I can’t talk long. Temp—er, I have something I have to go do.”
“Oh.” Rennite swallowed hard. “Well, I just wanted to see if you wanted to come over, but I guess you can’t. What about tomorrow afternoon?”
“Maybe,” Felon didn’t sound too sure. Rennite heard the doorbell ring on Felon’s end of the line. “Oh! Gotta go! Talk to you later!”
Click.
Rennite lowered the phone, tearing up. She angrily slapped the tears away and set to work on her homework. If Felon would rather hang out with Temporania than her, fine. If Felon wanted to throw away two months of friendship, fine. If Felon would rather explain inside jokes to Temporania than to Rennite, fine.
But Rennite didn’t have to sit alone all day and listen to it.
Later that night, Rennite called one of her other friends and made a sleepover date for that Friday.
Over the next week, Temporania told Rennite at least fifty million stories about herself and Felon over lunch. Felon always eagerly jumped in to help tell the stories. Rennite tried very hard not to talk over Temporania with her own “me and Felon” stories, but it grew increasingly difficult.
After a couple of weeks of this, Felon stopped phoning Rennite entirely. She created a new email address and kept “forgetting” to give it to Rennite. Instead of Temporania being the one to initiate the inside jokes and stories, Felon began to start them, too. When Felon’s parents went out of town, she stayed with Temporania, not Rennite. Felon and Temporania made up a secret code, and used it around Rennite. At birthday parties and church, Felon out-and-out ignored Rennite when she tried to speak to her.
Pretty soon, Rennite decided that Felon no longer wanted to be her friend at all. She started getting close to another girl, Fidelia. Rennite and Fidelia became close friends as Felon and Temporania did. Soon, the two pairs had almost nothing to do with each other.
Somewhere around Christmas, Rennite spotted Temporania and Felon with a new girl. They all seemed to be getting along fine. Of course, by this time, Rennite honestly did not care, and went about her own business with Fidelia. She didn’t think another thing of it until Felon randomly called one day.
“Hi, Rennite!” she said brightly over the phone. Rennite was silent for a moment.
“Hello, Felon,” she said somewhat coldly. “Can I help you?” There was a slight pause.
“Well, no…I mean, I was just calling to talk. What’s up?” Felon said.
“You mean lately, or for the past four months?” Rennite continued in the icy voice.
“Er, both…” Felon said. “Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to come over later?”
“Why?” Rennite asked, almost genuinely curious. “Is Temporania busy?”
“Yeah,” Felon replied before she realized what she was saying. “She and this other stupid girl are out going to the movies or something.”
“You don’t say?” Rennite answered sardonically. “You mean Temporania ditched you for someone else?”
“Yeah, can you believe it?” Felon fumed. “So, what about later? Wanna come over and hang out?”
“Not really,” Rennite said indifferently. “I’ve actually got plans with Fidelia. See you later!”
Click.
And so the unforgiving Rennite decided it wasn’t worth Felon’s disloyal company, and Felon learned the hurt of being friends with someone who’s only looking for temporary companionship.
Symbolism:
1. "Temporanea" is Italian for "temporary"
2. "Felon" is French for "disloyal"
3. Rennite is a name meaning "stubborn"
4. Felon’s hair is black and often shadowing her eyes. This stands for shadiness, disloyalty.
5. Rennite’s hair is straight and red. The straight standing for solid principles, not going to bend for anything. The red stands for being extreme, refusing to mend the friendship.
6. Temporania’s hair is curly, bouncing from one direction to another.
7. The girls play Sorry!, a restatement of what’s to come
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Nostalgia
Quote Day:
“The world is full of people whose notion of a satisfactory future is, in fact, a return to the idolized past.”–Robertson Davies
So, today was the first day of school at home.
*groan*
NOW I remember why I prayed for summer. Doing school for 8 grueling hours with no rest will do that for you. And I'm still not done. I have stuff to do still, but it's BritLit, so it's not that bad.
Subject Rundown:
Latin: Somebody just shoot me. Either the exercises are so easily I want to throw myself off a building, or they're so hard I want to throw myself off a building.
BritLit: Awesome! Interesting, not too hard, great! I love literature!
Art History: Ugh, it sounds fun, but there's SO MUCH TO DO! We have to read all these books, write all these papers, memorize all the stuff about famous pictures, make a timeline of all the big music and art stuff we come across. It's just too much! I really like the books (How Shall We Then Live? and State of the Arts), but there's just too much to do.
Debate: Challenging, but fun, like last year. It's basically the exact same thing as last year.
Biology: Not really hard, just a lot of stuff to read over and work sheets to do. It's not good or bad yet.
Logic: Ridiculously easy, not fun, not what I love, and it's so disappointing! I love logic, but this isn't "real" logic. *scowls*
Alebra 1 (um, again): Do I even have to say anything?
Overall, *sob* I miss Challenge I!! Oh my gosh! You really never realize how good you have it until you're gone! I hate this! I *LOVED* Challenge I! It was, like, the best year of my whole life! (Challenge B was pretty awesome, too, though...). *SOBSOBSOB*
I just CANNOT live in the present, can I?? I was living so in the past last year that I missed the complete and utter AWESOMENESS of the year! And now I'm doing it again! I'll never learn.
But this year really does suck (so far...day two).
And last year really did rock beyond all freakin' compare.
Other than that rant, I have nothing to say. I feel like I'm just barely keeping my head above water, and school has BARELY started.
:'(
Next year when I say that Challenge III sucks and that Challenge II was amazing, come over and kick me, would you?
*sob*
P.S. Vote in the poll, s'il vous plait.
“The world is full of people whose notion of a satisfactory future is, in fact, a return to the idolized past.”–Robertson Davies
So, today was the first day of school at home.
*groan*
NOW I remember why I prayed for summer. Doing school for 8 grueling hours with no rest will do that for you. And I'm still not done. I have stuff to do still, but it's BritLit, so it's not that bad.
Subject Rundown:
Latin: Somebody just shoot me. Either the exercises are so easily I want to throw myself off a building, or they're so hard I want to throw myself off a building.
BritLit: Awesome! Interesting, not too hard, great! I love literature!
Art History: Ugh, it sounds fun, but there's SO MUCH TO DO! We have to read all these books, write all these papers, memorize all the stuff about famous pictures, make a timeline of all the big music and art stuff we come across. It's just too much! I really like the books (How Shall We Then Live? and State of the Arts), but there's just too much to do.
Debate: Challenging, but fun, like last year. It's basically the exact same thing as last year.
Biology: Not really hard, just a lot of stuff to read over and work sheets to do. It's not good or bad yet.
Logic: Ridiculously easy, not fun, not what I love, and it's so disappointing! I love logic, but this isn't "real" logic. *scowls*
Alebra 1 (um, again): Do I even have to say anything?
Overall, *sob* I miss Challenge I!! Oh my gosh! You really never realize how good you have it until you're gone! I hate this! I *LOVED* Challenge I! It was, like, the best year of my whole life! (Challenge B was pretty awesome, too, though...). *SOBSOBSOB*
I just CANNOT live in the present, can I?? I was living so in the past last year that I missed the complete and utter AWESOMENESS of the year! And now I'm doing it again! I'll never learn.
But this year really does suck (so far...day two).
And last year really did rock beyond all freakin' compare.
Other than that rant, I have nothing to say. I feel like I'm just barely keeping my head above water, and school has BARELY started.
:'(
Next year when I say that Challenge III sucks and that Challenge II was amazing, come over and kick me, would you?
*sob*
P.S. Vote in the poll, s'il vous plait.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
The Armoured Heart
Congrats to Cavender and Limer! You didn't get the Guess That Word: Spanish Addition word correct, but you DID it, so you get an award :D
*applause*
*applause*The answer I was looking for is this:
Desconsolado = heartbroken.
All your guesses were VERY close, and pretty much synonomous, but not quite :)
Moving on to Picture Day...
Okay, so, keeping with the Spanish word theme, I just Googled "broken heart" images. I found three AWESOME ones, and I CANNOT chose, so you get three pictures in one day! Woohoo! :)
Aren't those so cool?? I thought so. I really want to go into detail about them, actually, but I'll just do the first one.
This heart is shattering, but notice that not all the way through. The heart is three dimentional and only the outer armour is coming off, exposing the bare, red heart. As tragic as the picture looks, if you think about it, it's actually not. At least, not necessarily.
This could be a picture of at least two different and opposite things: it could symbolize a person with a lot of reservations, who has trouble giving his/her heart away. Then, along comes someone very special who helps to shatter than tough exterior and help him/her fall deeper in love without all the barriers.
It could also portray a broken and wounded heart. A heart that's been hurt deep down, and over a long time, a scab has grown over the heart, a scab, a protective shell. Then, suddenly something reminds the heart of the one it love, and suddenly the scab is torn off, exposing the painful wounds.
I tend to think it's the first option. Look at the stars sparkling around. It really doesn't seem like such a depressing picture.
Then you have that thing in the upper left-hand corner... What is that?
I think it's a tiny Earth.
Then that sort of makes the case for both options, I think. Having the Earth so small and far away could be portraying loneliness, or it could be portraying being so in love, that worldly cares are far away.
What do you think? Leave a comment and tell me!
Hmm, wow, that was a little deep, haha! I really like all the pictures, but the eye might be my favorite. Or maybe the armoured one...it's a tie. Which is your favorite?
**CHALLENGE** Comment or email me (livinglovinglaughinglearning@gmail.com) what you think one of the pictures means, and/or which is your favorite. There might be an award in this for you... ;)
Today I got to see my wonderful favorite Aunt Susan. She's so much fun. Almost scattered, by so very dear and fun. I just love her.
Well, that's all for now, folks!
Carpe diem!
P.S. Millions of thanks to ILARUS for following!! Wow, 41 followers...I think I'm getting dizzy...
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
A Quick Run-Down, Food for Thought, and Another Fill-Out
Another fun day! VBS, talk to some girl about doing Classical next year, swim in her pool, come home, swim in the gorgeous, crystal-clear green lake, take a shower with my CD player blasting, eat pizza, read an article on names in Reader's Digest, catch up on blogs, and that's about it.
Today is QUOTE DAY, my current second favorite day (first place goes to names, of course).
Quote: "Anyone who can handle a needle convincingly can make us see a thread which is not there." - E. H. Gombrich
Isn't that awesome and profound? At the very least it's some food for thought. Who in your life is making you see a thread that isn't there?
LOTR vs. Narnia fill-out:
Gimli vs. Trumpkin?
Gimli
Gandalf vs. Professor Cornelius?
Gandalf
The White Witch vs. Saruman?
Saruman
Gandalf vs. Aslan?
Aslan
Aragorn vs. Aslan?
Aragorn
Narnia vs. Middle Earth?
Ooh, that's so hard!! Maybe Narnia, though...
Prince Caspian vs. Frodo?
Prince Caspian...no, Frodo.
Susan vs. Arwen?
Susan. Never liked Arwen. I don't really know why. She's growing on me, though.
Edmund vs. Merry?
Edmund
Lucy vs. Pippin?
Pippin, he's hilarious. But Lucy is awesome, too.
Peter vs. Haldir?
Peter!
The Dancing Lawn vs. Lothlorien?
Lothlorien
Centaurs vs. elves?
Elves!
Peter's sword vs. Anduril?
Anduril
Susan's magic bow and arrows vs. Legolas's bow of Galadrim?
Susan's magic bow and arrows
Wargs vs. Werewolves?
Werewolves
The Witch's castle vs. The Tower of Barad-dur?
Tough one...Barad-dur
Gryphons vs. Eagles?.
Psh, gryphons!
Uruk-hai vs. Telemarines?
Uruk-hai
Catapults vs. Oliphaunts?
Oliphaunts
Cair Paravel vs. Rivendell?
Rivendell
Do it if you want to, but I don't care. I just felt like doing it myself :)
Today has been great! Carpe diem!
Today is QUOTE DAY, my current second favorite day (first place goes to names, of course).
Quote: "Anyone who can handle a needle convincingly can make us see a thread which is not there." - E. H. Gombrich
Isn't that awesome and profound? At the very least it's some food for thought. Who in your life is making you see a thread that isn't there?
LOTR vs. Narnia fill-out:
Gimli vs. Trumpkin?
Gimli
Gandalf vs. Professor Cornelius?
Gandalf
The White Witch vs. Saruman?
Saruman
Gandalf vs. Aslan?
Aslan
Aragorn vs. Aslan?
Aragorn
Narnia vs. Middle Earth?
Ooh, that's so hard!! Maybe Narnia, though...
Prince Caspian vs. Frodo?
Prince Caspian...no, Frodo.
Susan vs. Arwen?
Susan. Never liked Arwen. I don't really know why. She's growing on me, though.
Edmund vs. Merry?
Edmund
Lucy vs. Pippin?
Pippin, he's hilarious. But Lucy is awesome, too.
Peter vs. Haldir?
Peter!
The Dancing Lawn vs. Lothlorien?
Lothlorien
Centaurs vs. elves?
Elves!
Peter's sword vs. Anduril?
Anduril
Susan's magic bow and arrows vs. Legolas's bow of Galadrim?
Susan's magic bow and arrows
Wargs vs. Werewolves?
Werewolves
The Witch's castle vs. The Tower of Barad-dur?
Tough one...Barad-dur
Gryphons vs. Eagles?.
Psh, gryphons!
Uruk-hai vs. Telemarines?
Uruk-hai
Catapults vs. Oliphaunts?
Oliphaunts
Cair Paravel vs. Rivendell?
Rivendell
Do it if you want to, but I don't care. I just felt like doing it myself :)
Today has been great! Carpe diem!
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
In the Words of Peter Pan, Think Happy Thoughts
I am trying to inspire myself to think positively. I will post only positive things today.
1. I feel a little better than I did yesterday.
2. Daddy took me to the bookstore last night and I got three books (4 and 5 of the Pendragon series and 4 of the Ranger's Apprentice series).
3. I had a fine time at the orientation meeting for Challenge II (tenth grade) last night.
4. I slept well.
5. My mom hugged me this morning.
6. My mom announced that we won't be leaving for the practicum until around 5pm.
7. Lizzy isn't going. (That's not *necessarily* a good thing, but it can be. She's not that good in the car sometimes, but she's a lot of fun to have around...I'm trying to make the best of her not going.)
8. Pendragon book 4 is good so far.
9. The people we're staying at for this practicum sound nice.
10. We might be going to see Star Trek with David and Daniel next Sunday (*screams like a Trekkie*)
Yay! I feel much better actually. Oh, AAAAND, "The Mirror" is going pretty darn well. I'm into the 90,000 words! Yay! YAY! YAAAY!!
Sorry for being such a pill these past few days. I'm going to try not to let myself get so low next time. Carpe diem!
P.S. Don't forget to vote on the Star Trek poll. Only two people have so far, and one of them is me, lol!
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Gender Confused
Well, today has been interesting. I got woken up at 8:30, and the whole family went to the old house to get some more junk out of it. I went through my stuffed animals and found Bendy Wendy, Kasey Cartwheel, and Headstand Baby. I love those guys. Er, girls.
The gender mixing up thing seems to be a pattern today. I accidentally said something about a blog person being a girl, when, it turns out IT'S A GUY. And his profile absolutely screams I'M A GUY! Guess I never read his profile. *blushes in embarassment* So now I feel really stupid and bad.
And I also just realized I'm doing the confess-little-bad-things-ahead-of-time thing AGAIN. But seriously, I when he told me he wasn't a girl, I just blinked and stared at the screen for like a full minute, trying to think of a way to save face in the whole situation. It's not that he's girly-sounding or something! Not at all! I just figured he was this girl's sister. Only it turns out it's her BROTHER and...yeah. *MOAN* Why does this stuff always happen to me?
As you might have noticed, this isn't really a Carpe Noctem thing. That's because I've run out of dark thoughts for a while. But I did think of like half a dozen good challenges last night. Only when I woke up, I couldn't remember what they were -_- (That's a little guy glaring. I love that emoticon.)
In like twenty minutes, I'm going to dance for an extra practice thing. I just took a shower and my hair is still wet though, so I might have to dry it. I hate drying my hair.
Okay, so I've been following this blog (http://youve-got-something-to-say.blogspot.com/) And I really liked it. It was interesting, and the people were really cool. And then I found out something:
THEY DON'T EXIST.
Yeah, they're, like, made up. This girl created all of them and makes them post and stuff. How awesome-and-annoying-at-the-same-time is that?! The girl who created them is named Steph (at least she blogs by that name), which is funny because I loved to write and do stuff like she does, and "Stephanie" is one of my aliases. (Actually, the guy that I thought was a girl is Steph's brother.)
But anyway, I love the blog even though the characters are unfortunately just that--characters. To read all about them in Steph's book, go here: http://soshewritesstoriesandcraplikethat.blogspot.com/ You have to scroll all the way down to start at the beginning though. But I really like the blog of the characters (Something to Say). Just saying.
Well, I'm going to go read some more about Seth now. Bye! And if I think of a dark thought, I'll post it later :)
The gender mixing up thing seems to be a pattern today. I accidentally said something about a blog person being a girl, when, it turns out IT'S A GUY. And his profile absolutely screams I'M A GUY! Guess I never read his profile. *blushes in embarassment* So now I feel really stupid and bad.
And I also just realized I'm doing the confess-little-bad-things-ahead-of-time thing AGAIN. But seriously, I when he told me he wasn't a girl, I just blinked and stared at the screen for like a full minute, trying to think of a way to save face in the whole situation. It's not that he's girly-sounding or something! Not at all! I just figured he was this girl's sister. Only it turns out it's her BROTHER and...yeah. *MOAN* Why does this stuff always happen to me?
As you might have noticed, this isn't really a Carpe Noctem thing. That's because I've run out of dark thoughts for a while. But I did think of like half a dozen good challenges last night. Only when I woke up, I couldn't remember what they were -_- (That's a little guy glaring. I love that emoticon.)
In like twenty minutes, I'm going to dance for an extra practice thing. I just took a shower and my hair is still wet though, so I might have to dry it. I hate drying my hair.
Okay, so I've been following this blog (http://youve-got-something-to-say.blogspot.com/) And I really liked it. It was interesting, and the people were really cool. And then I found out something:
THEY DON'T EXIST.
Yeah, they're, like, made up. This girl created all of them and makes them post and stuff. How awesome-and-annoying-at-the-same-time is that?! The girl who created them is named Steph (at least she blogs by that name), which is funny because I loved to write and do stuff like she does, and "Stephanie" is one of my aliases. (Actually, the guy that I thought was a girl is Steph's brother.)
But anyway, I love the blog even though the characters are unfortunately just that--characters. To read all about them in Steph's book, go here: http://soshewritesstoriesandcraplikethat.blogspot.com/ You have to scroll all the way down to start at the beginning though. But I really like the blog of the characters (Something to Say). Just saying.
Well, I'm going to go read some more about Seth now. Bye! And if I think of a dark thought, I'll post it later :)
Sunday, January 18, 2009
I'm Reading "The Host" and Some REALLY GREAT NEWS! (don't get too excited yet)
Today not very much happened. At all. We went to church, went out to eat with some people, saw a house that our family friend is building (he's a builder...lol sorry that was big DUH), went to youth group, and then watched Extreme Makeover: Home Addition. Yeah. It was a very boring day.
Like yesterday, I didn't even THINK anything interesting. Actually, wait. Yes, I did. But it's too personal to put on a public blog lol! :)
I'm reading this book called "The Host". It's written by Stephenie Meyer, the same person who wrote the "Twilight" books. "The Host" is really interesting. It set kind of in the future, and the human race is just so evil that in a last attempt to make peace, some people inject souls into people's bodies. The souls never argue or anything...okay, that was just confusing, wasn't it? Let me get an internet summary lol.....actually, never mind. I don't want to look up summaries on the internet because I'm afraid I'll accidentally find out the ending to the book, lol! Sorry! But I absolutely HATE IT when books get spoiled for me. HATE IT.
So yeah. That's all. :) TTYL! Hopefully, tomorrow I will have something a little more interesting to say. (Don't count on it though.)
OH WAIT!!!! I DO HAVE EXCITING NEWS!! (Don't get too excited, it might only be exciting to me :) ) NEW MOON (the second book in the "Twilight" series) COMES OUT AS A MOVIE THIS NOVEMBER ON THE 20TH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At least it does in the US. Idk about other places lol sorry! :) So anyway, I am SO PUMPED!!!!!!!! Lol!
Like yesterday, I didn't even THINK anything interesting. Actually, wait. Yes, I did. But it's too personal to put on a public blog lol! :)
I'm reading this book called "The Host". It's written by Stephenie Meyer, the same person who wrote the "Twilight" books. "The Host" is really interesting. It set kind of in the future, and the human race is just so evil that in a last attempt to make peace, some people inject souls into people's bodies. The souls never argue or anything...okay, that was just confusing, wasn't it? Let me get an internet summary lol.....actually, never mind. I don't want to look up summaries on the internet because I'm afraid I'll accidentally find out the ending to the book, lol! Sorry! But I absolutely HATE IT when books get spoiled for me. HATE IT.
So yeah. That's all. :) TTYL! Hopefully, tomorrow I will have something a little more interesting to say. (Don't count on it though.)
OH WAIT!!!! I DO HAVE EXCITING NEWS!! (Don't get too excited, it might only be exciting to me :) ) NEW MOON (the second book in the "Twilight" series) COMES OUT AS A MOVIE THIS NOVEMBER ON THE 20TH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At least it does in the US. Idk about other places lol sorry! :) So anyway, I am SO PUMPED!!!!!!!! Lol!
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