Tuesday, March 29, 2011


Yeah, I know, I know. It's been more than two weeks since my last post, even though nothing's been going on. (Ironically enough, the day of my last post was also the last date on my science notes. Oops?)


Not much has been going on.

Same old boring stuff around this girl.

Which, believe me, is pretty much what  I want.

Well, okay, not really. I actually crave exciting things. I always want something to be going on, so I won't be bored. Boredom is a teenager's worst enemy.

Well...That isn't true either. But we won't get into that.

Anyways -again- I have been doing most of nothing recently. How exciting for me. Sure, there are a few instances of non-boredom. (Or as normal people say, 'going places' or 'having plans' or 'excitement')

Mostly though.....Nothing.

BUT STARTING SATURDAY, (yes the capitals are necessary) I'm going to northern Ohio on a missions trip with my church.

Everybody, of course, has different definitions of missions trips, but my church is sending a teaching team.

Which means: We're going up there to teach them to do in their cities what we do here. As in, reaching out into neighborhoods in the city to preach the good news of Jesus Christ.

And I

Maybe I'll post again before then. Or while I'm there.
Who knows?
Because I surely don't.

Sometime within the next two weeks, I will try my best to take a break from my pointless ranting to tell you lovely (five people) who I know who read this my lovely adventures in the state who's motto is "With God, all things are possible."

It's a sign ;)

Oh, and forgive typos.

(P.S. The title has nothing to do with anything, except my slight hunger.)

Monday, March 14, 2011


I'm irritated with my english class.

Sure, they're all nice people.

But today we had a choice.
And we all knew what choice the class was going to make.

And to those of you in said english who read this, don't take it offensely. And if you do, eh, that's not my problem. My blog, my rantings and ravings :P

My teacher always does stuff like this, because he's interested in the feedback and giving the students what they want occasionally.

Today, our choice was between reading another mystery play, or studying my all-time favorite subject: Egyptian mythology.

A little back story for both of those:
Apparently, SOMEWHERE along the line, after we read our first mystery play, we voted on whether or not we'd like to read another.
And apparently, 98% of us said we would.
One: I don't remember voting.
Two: I would've said no anyways.

I used to study Egyptian mythology and ancient history and stories about Cleopatra and Nefertiti and pharaohs for FUN.
I love it.
A lot.
So of course that's what I voted for.

But I'm pretty sure I'm the only one. (I wrote it in all caps, circled it, highlighted it, starred it, and underlined it about a thousand times. Just to show my enthusiasm)

Mr. Bell made it seem like everyone already voted for the mystery play reading, which I'm sure they all did, and it reaaaally made me mad when he said we'd vote on the classes best readers.

Well, it just so happens to contribute to my long list of reasons NOT to read the stinking play.

Not one single person, NOT ONE, myself included, can read aloud.
We all read in monotone.
And stuff.

So what am I going to do if we vote?
Write my opinion, of course.
That nobody can read aloud well.

There's my little rant about disliking democracy.
At least in english class.


Saturday, March 12, 2011

It's a Poem!

I have no idea what this is 0-o

So yeah...
Here's an example of crappy poetry!

If the wind starts to blow,
And the world reaches a new low,
Will you be there?
Will you even care?

If we all start to tumble,
And the buildings all crumble,
Can you take it?
Or will you fake it until you make it?

If our world ends suddenly,
And the floor falls out from under me?
Can you say you’ll reach out?
Will you even speak out?

All I can say is this:
Your ignorance is my bliss.
You wouldn’t see all these things,
You can even see what tomorrow brings.

Friday, March 4, 2011

The Best Days

I think I've forgotten what it feels like to be THIS happy.

I had an amazing day that started off with being goofy with my mom over the burnt toast, singing along with Kelly Clarkson on the way to school, and having a few fun conversations in the morning once I got to school.

Nothing really went wrong today, in fact.

I had a good day at school, no homework this weekend, went home with some pretty awesome people, spent HOURS with one of my absolutely favorite people in the world, had fantastic dinner, went to a school play.....

I haven't been this happy in a long time.

Thank you, to you know who :D

Don't forget about singing XD

Tuesday, March 1, 2011


It always calmed me.
Or made me want to dance in it.
Whenever it rained, a thousand thoughts popped into my head, swirling with the wind outside....
A thousand memories make themselves known as the drops of cold water splatter on the hard, wet ground.
Painful memories.
Happy memories. Dancing memories...
Poetic memories. Sweet ones, inspiring ones, heart-warming memories.

The harder it rains, and the bigger the drops, the more I want to go outside and dance in it.

The rain always makes people sad or sleepy.

But as for me, the rain makes me want to go PLAY in it.
I look out the window and see gray skies, and immediately inquire about that day's weather forecast.

My favorite weather IS the rain.

The rain has always been there, even in dry years....

During a drought, the dry, cracked ground soaks up the water falling from above happily, turning from brown to green again.

Flowers bloom.
Plants thrive.

It refreshes the Earth, revives your soul...

Inspires you.

I've written countless poems about the rain, including my favorite poem that I've EVER written.

It's soothing and exciting, cold in the warm...

I love the rain.