On the Brightside

(Yes, the title is a catchy song by a catchy male artist, but no, it has nothing to do with this post.)

Just because a lot of people don't know, I'm going to spew this nice bit of information.

I'm so sick of crappy, romantic, fluffy, warm-fuzzy-feeling books. And songs. And poems.

Some people think that I like to write love stories.

Ew. Just....gross.

As someone pretty awesome said to me, she never wrote that stuff because she wasn't that way herself. (I AM in a relationship, but that doesn't mean that I like writing romantic crap.) She wrote mystery stories and such, because that's what she was good at writing.

And me? I'm good at writing action-y, creepy things.

Sure, there's always a brightside to every story. But to me, in my stories, it will most likely be the dark side you see.

(On a completely side note, I hope you people DO know that romance novels are just about sex. And yes, I said sex. Calm down.)

Recently, while spending time with my beloved best friend, I came up with the idea of a fake love story. Yes, fake.

I decided to write a creepy, horror-filled vampire story of an innocent-looking girl that seduces a boy to eat him. And the ending? A lovely, bloody, graphic description of her ripping his throat out.

I know, I know. It's like I'm the spawn of Satan or whatever.

I'm not saying that I'm a sick, twisted individual. I'm merely pointing out that fact that I write it because I enjoy it, and I'm good at it.

Haha, this has turned into crazy ranting again.

As I like to say so often, it IS my blog. I like people reading it and getting feedback from said readers, but it's my place to rant and rave and write as much as I want. (And even hide some alliteration in there.)

So yeah.

I get to go to the mall tomorrow. With money this time. With a good friend of mine. And one of my favorite stores there is having a huge sale.

I'm quite excited :D

Music and Lyrics

I actually just realized that the title of this blog is also the title of an absolutely awful movie. (To me, anyway. You might love the movie....Everyone IS different, you know.)

But besides the two titles being the same, I just wanted to point out how much I love music.

I just do. It's one of my top three favorite things to do, right under reading and writing.

Music often inspires me to write scenes in my head or lyrics of my own (for poetry, though.... I'm not a huge fan of writing songs).

Also, I realized how amazing my God really is. Today we had yet another outreach with my church to Augusta, and because of the 38 people that went out, 191 people accepted Christ as their savior. And, of course, numerous other people were ministered to and healed. From all....four?....outreaches this week, 704 people overall have accepted Christ, and tomorrow is our last and potentially most amazing outreach to come.

Anywho. Other than the amazing things God has done in THOSE areas, I realized how well He plans everything out.

Just look at me.

I mean, I was born with the talents I have. According to my mom, I always made up stories and arguments for pretty much everything someone said to me. (Part creativity, part stubborness.)

I just marvel at my own thoughts sometimes. How I put things together and create the most random things....

Anyways, I'm tired, and I'm probably spelling really horribly.

So it's time to greet my nice bed.

I can't wait for outreach :D

Bookworms and Harry Potter

Oh my goodness have I been busy.

I don't even know when the last post I made was. Of course, I could look and see the date, but it isn't like I'll remember exactly when that was.

Anywho....

So much has been going on.... Parties, Camp Overflow, summer starting, and reading.

Ohhh, let's get way off topic for a minute.
Or two.

I'm back to reading like I used to.

Multiple books at a time, even more books aching to be read or re-read...

I have somewhere close to twenty right now.

And before you stop reading because I'm a nerdy bookworm, let me just rant for a second.

First of all, reading is like breathing to me. I read all the time, and if I have nothing to read, I feel like I'm suffocating. I want to read all day, every single day, and not just one book. I read a few books at a time so I won't get bored. It exercises my brain, it helps me be multiple people at once, it gives me many different ideas for my own stories.

I love reading. Plain and simple. As a matter of fact, reading is my FAVORITE thing. I love it ten times more than I love writing.

Anyways.

Secondly, I really don't understand when people say "Woah. You read a LOT," and other such things.

I've been reading a ton since....forever. I don't remember reading, or learning to read, just that I used to love books by Dr. Suess, and Winnie the Pooh books, and other small kid books like that.

You're surprised at how much I read? I'm surprised at your surprise. It's just that normal for me. (And my family.)

And yes, yesterday I started a 234 page book in the morning, and finished by bedtime. Today, I started a 239 page book, and I'll have it finished by bedtime as well.

Oh, and have I mentioned that I'm also re-reading the fourth Harry Potter book?

Yeah.
I love to read.

Also, since I haven't blogged in a while, I might as well rant again.

Yes, I've read the Harry Potter series. I love them. I'm reading them for the third time before the final movie comes out July 15th.

I'm also a devoted-to-Christ Christian. I love my church, my church family, and my God. (A lot.)

And yes, the author of the Harry Potter series is Atheist or something like that.

But she doesn't incorporate that into her writing like other authors with her beliefs have. (Like Philip Pullman, author of the His Dark Materials trilogy. I've read those, too, but they were too....Yeah.)

That's why I love Harry Potter. Sure, there is a lot to do with witchcraft and wizardy, but I don't care.

At all.

And if religion has made you think that you're going to go to hell because you read those books or like them, or that reading them means you're a worshipper of satan himself, please, come talk to me so I can enlighten you and/or slap you.

I'm not going to hell because I have read and LOVED the Harry Potter series. I mean...seriously? Can't I enjoy a good book (or seven) without worrying about going to hell?

I read what I want because I am so rooted in who I am in Christ.

Now, if you just don't like the series because the author is Atheist or whatever her religion is, or you just don't like all the dark events of the book, that's fine.

Anywho....

There's my rant on everyday annoyances and occurances.

It IS my blog.

It's Not Just a State of Mind...

It's the blossoming feeling in your chest.

It's the waning blues of winter, the bright, mottled greens of summer.

It's the cool of the night, the milky white of the moonlight on green grasses and dark trees.

It's the cold December wind on your face, the tickle of the summer breeze toying with your hair and caressing your cheeks.

It's the glint of sunset on store fronts. The gold, shining morning sunrise on quiet houses in small neighborhoods.

It's the stench of a city, the scent of fast food irritating and enticing one's nostrils.

It's the intimidating gray of storm clouds, and the bright, fluffy clouds of a sunny day.

It's the feeling of cool rain on your bare skin. The feeling of excitement one gets from breaking rules. From dancing in the rain......

It's seeing the perfect scene in your head. Putting words with faces and characters.

It's mixing and matching colors and sounds, names and faces, scents and textures...

It's the perfect match of connotation and denotation.

It's the need in your tingling fingertips to get an idea across.

It's tangled, carefully pieced together words.

It's that irresistible, burning desire to get it all OUT.

It's who you are.

I'm not a poet. I don't have any published poetry. I'm not an author. I make no money writing any kind of stories.

Nor do I write biographies, or memoirs, or books about history....

I, am a writer.

I, am creative.

I am....

Simply me.

And I, have been inspired, by the summer's loving breeze.

Tribute to Charlie Day! (To Lindsey:) )

Happy Tribute to Charlie Day! :D

Anywho.
There are papers and index cards strewn across the kitchen table.
And a few notebooks.

And there are about eight tabs up on the internet.

Oh, projects, how I loathe thee.

I wore a dress today.

A lot of people liked it.

A lot of people DIDN'T freak out about it, which is new. Because said people are definitely not used to me wearing dresses.

But it's okay, because I guess I've changed a lot.

Which is good.....

I have no idea where this is going....

The best friend is having a bad day. So now we have tentative plans set for Thursday. Which is AWESOME.

It's been too long since we've tried to pull an all-nighter, and done a ton of crazy stuff during that span of long, dark, sleepy hours in the middle of the night.

I predict playing Just Dance, watching cheesy horror movies that turn out to not be cheesy, learning to booty dance On Demand (just....don't ask....), eating icecream and venting about life's hardships at the age of fourteen, watching movies in other languages, playing Star Wars on the PlayStation at four in the morning, and just being....Best friends.

I. Can't. Wait.

I love you Kinz :D

Power Rangers, Bionicle, and StressStressStress

Okay, I'm being a total slacker and blogging about this stuff instead of working on a very important project.

But today has been completely awesome.

I got to play with Power Ranger action figures and Bionicle parts and even Legoes.

And I got to see what it was like to relive some of the simplest times of someone's life.

We pulled the box of Power Rangers down and pieced some of them together again, and talked about old childhood habits and collections and just had fun.

I also got to watch a mad search for the lost box of at least 400 dollars worth of Bionicle sets and listen to muttered threats to family members if said box was sold.

I listened to jokes about being murdered under the house, and joked about not risking the giant spider to save a life.

And then, I heard the relief and excitement in what seemed to be a little boy as he found the box of Bionicle sets and pieces.

I laughed as he climbed down from the attic and nearly hurt himself in the process, insisting on doing it alone.

We played and searched in that box for quite a while.

I was taken home, tired, and quietly mused about not needing sex or touching or kissing or any of that usual jazz to be able to have fun.

I voiced aloud the worry over losing important parts of the project I'm supposed to be working on.

I got home and cleaned my room, organized my books, and my clothes, and got together a giant bag of old clothes to give away. I finished the required reading for school, and found the lost project information.

And now I'm quietly stressing about getting the rest of it done, and slacking off a little.

But, hey, after today, I needed a small break.

I feel accomplished, nonetheless.

And happy.
Accomplished and happy.

I think those two feelings go well together.

OHIO! :D

So, we made it.

Somehow, a 12 hour drive turned into 16 hours, and quite a few grumpy-but-excited teens (and three adults) arrived in Ashtabula, Ohio sometime close to midnight last night.

Dear Lord, help us all.

We did make it, and not without quite a few "bumps in the road." (And I do mean literally and figuratively.)

We got started a little late yesterday morning, leaving at around eight o' clock instead of seven-thirty.

Something happened to be wrong with one of the tires on our trailer thing, but my handy-dandy father was able to come to the conclusion that it would survive.

Everyone was all packed into the fifteen passenger van we borrowed from another church (which really only seated fourteen) and we were off.

After a loooooooooooooooOOOOOOOng car ride, we finally managed to arrive in Ohio, and then a while later, Ashtabula.

Yes, I am rambling a bit.
I'm honestly exhausted.

We all are.

And now a group of us are headed to church, and another group is here at the Sleep Inn, well, sleeping in.

So there's part of our little adventure for ya ;)

Enjoy your Spring Break!