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.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
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.
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.
Monday, April 18, 2011
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
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
Sunday, April 17, 2011
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.
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.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
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!
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!
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Toasttoasttoast.
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?)
Anyways.
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
Am
Excited.
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.
:D?
(P.S. The title has nothing to do with anything, except my slight hunger.)
Anyways.
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
Am
Excited.
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.
:D?
(P.S. The title has nothing to do with anything, except my slight hunger.)
Monday, March 14, 2011
Choices
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.
Why?
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.
Anywho.
There's my little rant about disliking democracy.
At least in english class.
Woo.
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.
Why?
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.
Anywho.
There's my little rant about disliking democracy.
At least in english class.
Woo.
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