I'm sorry Steven! I would have talked to you, but I was inside and my telepathic powers couldn't pick up on the signals because I was watching TV. You'll have to be a little more clear next time.
Today was a glorious day. I think I freaked Maegan out a little after lunch because I was so happy, but it was such a wonderful day I couldn't help but be cheerful. I walked to early morning this morning, and the dew was still on the grass, and it all smelled so fresh and cool and green and beautiful. Then I went to school early so that I could finish my math homework, and since the sophomores were in the library testing, I went out into the little courtyard thing with the picnic tables to work. I finished my math really soon, and so I just sat out there in the warm sun listening to the birds singing for about fifteen minutes. It was so awesome. Then of course the bell rang really loudly, and I was like, great, school. But then, I decided to go home for lunch, mainly because I couldn't stand to stay cooped up in the school on such a wonderful day, and I really enjoyed the walk to and from home. As I was walking home, I realized just how happy I was. There was a bounce in my step and my heart and whole body felt light, and I was filled with an intense sense of gratitude and love for my Heavenly Father and the Savior for creating this beautiful world. It was just so........awesome. I can't think of any other way to describe it. With the exception of all the couples making out on the field, it was a perfect afternoon.
I felt like skipping down the halls and I proclaimed my joy when I saw Jill and Maeg and Bern walking down the hall when I threw my arms out and cried "Let us celebrate this day of happiness and love" or something to that effect. That's why Maeg was freaked out I guess. She had never seen me that happy. But it was a glorious day. My spirits weren't lowered even though I knew it was Wednesday and so I had to do my job, and work on my AP review, but I took Abish on a walk and that was thoroughly enjoyable, just to be out in the fresh air.
I'm currently reading The Secret Garden, and that's all I thought of while I was walking around, how Colin and Mary and Dickon believe that it's Magic that's making everything grow and making Mary and Colin healthy and strong. I couldn't help but agree, because it's so amazing that it almost seems like magic. *sigh* I love spring.
So everyone be happy, and feel the joy and love that's radiating from, well, me at least, and from the trees and birds and everything wick. Enjoy life, and remember that there are always better days!
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Monday, April 25, 2005
It's just what this world needs: nylons and juicy steaks.
Today has been a rather trying day. But before I start on today, I'm going to rewind to yesterday. So I went to take a nap at about 1:45, and I figured I would give myself about a half an hour to sleep before I got up and started doing my homework. But I kept re-setting my alarm clock until I finally got up at 3:30. Whoops.
But I actually worked really hard on my homework and got a lot done in a rather short amount of time. And I'm really bummed that I can't remember what I wrote, because the stupid computer lost my blog! Ah! But I do remember this.
This is a metaphor for life that I thought of on my walk along the river. I was looking up at the sky and wondering when the storm was coming in, when I realized that if I wasn't careful I might trip and fall. And I was like, hey, metaphor for life. Because I think that if you are so focused on spiritual things, that you're going to miss out on some of the good things of this earthly life. And it works the other way too. If you're so focused on the earthly things that you're not looking where you're going, you're going to get smacked in the face by a branch, which would probably be a pretty big wake-up call from the Lord, if you ask me. But you know that principle, where too much of something is never good? We were talking about this in seminary last year, and I still remember it, but it works both ways. Like if you spend all your time watching TV or doing school stuff, you're going to miss out on some huge spiritual experiences. BUT it goes the other way too. If you spend all your time reading your scriptures, you may miss out on some service or missionary oppurtunities. Interesting thought, isn't it? BroVo was way cool.
So today. It felt like I hadn't slept all night (which never consititutes a good day) but we broke our record in early morning seminary. And we actually got Steven to go. Wow. Thanks for keeping your promise, buddy. Which means that we get to have a little breakfast social thing next Monday, which should be fun. But after that, it all went down-hill.
Pre-Cal was really boring, and we were doing pretty complicated stuff, so I couldn't really zone out. Luckily she only gave us two problems to do, they just take so long. Then we had choir, and since Jacobson is still out with his wife and new baby, we had this old guy who had no idea what he was talking about. He spent half the class period telling us about how he has no musical talent and how he spent half of his life trying to learn to play the harmonica. And you know how someone can talk for forever but still never say anything? It was like that. He would insert these random stories into his narrative, and I was so close to falling asleep. But then we actually sang, and Ben lead us, and he's really funny to watch when he leads music, especially music he's not used to leading. Then Comp Aps was of course the most boring thing in the world, and we only spent ten minutes typing. Then we spent the REST OF THE PERIOD taking notes about tables. So I was finally relieved to go to AP, and what happens? The entire class gets humiliated because we're not ready for the test (which is freaking next week/we haven't even started the review) and how this is crunch time and we'll all going to fail. Yeah, that's a real happiness-booster for ya. I wanted to cry. It wasn't like we all didn't already know that, but the fact that he pointed it out so degradingly didn't help my mood.
But enough complaining. I think the day's looking up. It's sunny and warm outside, I have homework but it's just busy work so I can let my mind wander while I do it, and I had chocolate after school. That always helps. You remember that song from Charlotte's Web, the chin-up song? Yeah, I think I want that to be my philosophy for a little while. Goodness knows I need it. So I hope you all are having a wonderful day, and if you're not, I hope it gets better.
Ciao, my friends!
But I actually worked really hard on my homework and got a lot done in a rather short amount of time. And I'm really bummed that I can't remember what I wrote, because the stupid computer lost my blog! Ah! But I do remember this.
This is a metaphor for life that I thought of on my walk along the river. I was looking up at the sky and wondering when the storm was coming in, when I realized that if I wasn't careful I might trip and fall. And I was like, hey, metaphor for life. Because I think that if you are so focused on spiritual things, that you're going to miss out on some of the good things of this earthly life. And it works the other way too. If you're so focused on the earthly things that you're not looking where you're going, you're going to get smacked in the face by a branch, which would probably be a pretty big wake-up call from the Lord, if you ask me. But you know that principle, where too much of something is never good? We were talking about this in seminary last year, and I still remember it, but it works both ways. Like if you spend all your time watching TV or doing school stuff, you're going to miss out on some huge spiritual experiences. BUT it goes the other way too. If you spend all your time reading your scriptures, you may miss out on some service or missionary oppurtunities. Interesting thought, isn't it? BroVo was way cool.
So today. It felt like I hadn't slept all night (which never consititutes a good day) but we broke our record in early morning seminary. And we actually got Steven to go. Wow. Thanks for keeping your promise, buddy. Which means that we get to have a little breakfast social thing next Monday, which should be fun. But after that, it all went down-hill.
Pre-Cal was really boring, and we were doing pretty complicated stuff, so I couldn't really zone out. Luckily she only gave us two problems to do, they just take so long. Then we had choir, and since Jacobson is still out with his wife and new baby, we had this old guy who had no idea what he was talking about. He spent half the class period telling us about how he has no musical talent and how he spent half of his life trying to learn to play the harmonica. And you know how someone can talk for forever but still never say anything? It was like that. He would insert these random stories into his narrative, and I was so close to falling asleep. But then we actually sang, and Ben lead us, and he's really funny to watch when he leads music, especially music he's not used to leading. Then Comp Aps was of course the most boring thing in the world, and we only spent ten minutes typing. Then we spent the REST OF THE PERIOD taking notes about tables. So I was finally relieved to go to AP, and what happens? The entire class gets humiliated because we're not ready for the test (which is freaking next week/we haven't even started the review) and how this is crunch time and we'll all going to fail. Yeah, that's a real happiness-booster for ya. I wanted to cry. It wasn't like we all didn't already know that, but the fact that he pointed it out so degradingly didn't help my mood.
But enough complaining. I think the day's looking up. It's sunny and warm outside, I have homework but it's just busy work so I can let my mind wander while I do it, and I had chocolate after school. That always helps. You remember that song from Charlotte's Web, the chin-up song? Yeah, I think I want that to be my philosophy for a little while. Goodness knows I need it. So I hope you all are having a wonderful day, and if you're not, I hope it gets better.
Ciao, my friends!
Sunday, April 24, 2005
I'm glad I didn't go to that party...
So I asked my parents what they would do to me if I went to Cooper's party at 2 o'clock in the morning. My dad said that you would be able to see my funeral pyre for many miles. See, Cooper? I was right. I'm glad I didn't go.
So I just wrote a whole blog that took me about half an hour to write, and I was almost done, and what happens? The computer freezes, and I lose the whole thing. So I'm going to include a few points that I will later mention when I have more time and patience.
Actually, I'm not. I'm too lazy. Oh, I want ice cream.
So I just wrote a whole blog that took me about half an hour to write, and I was almost done, and what happens? The computer freezes, and I lose the whole thing. So I'm going to include a few points that I will later mention when I have more time and patience.
Actually, I'm not. I'm too lazy. Oh, I want ice cream.
She's a little blue, but it turns out she needs a heart transplant.
I've had a strange realization. I've had these weird dreams with people where I end up making out with them or something, and I couldn't really figure out why. Then I thought, well, maybe subconsciously I'm disappointed with my lack of action, and so my brain picks that up and tries to deal with that in my sleep. Even though consciously I don't need that sort of thing. I wonder...
Wow. I just read that over. It sounds really weird and creepy and disgusting. It may be better for you all to simply disregard this blog.
Wow. I just read that over. It sounds really weird and creepy and disgusting. It may be better for you all to simply disregard this blog.
Saturday, April 23, 2005
"You need to re-acquaint yourself with you." "I've done that over and over but it makes me sleepy."
I've just had a very interesting day. The house was all mine for most of the day...well, most of that day so far. I got up at about ten (which is amazing, considering that I went to bed about three) and cleaned and worked on some stuff (not homework though. Ha ha.) and then I went back to bed for a little while. But while I was in bed, I kept hearing the house settle, and then I could have sworn I heard footsteps. Being in my room most of the time, I know what footsteps sound like down there, so I started freaking out. So I crawled out of bed, real quiet-like, and got Sting (my handy plastic sword. Don't laugh. It would have helped a little.) and started up the stairs very quietly, sword in hand and ready for attack. Of course, I got up there and there was no one there. Whatever. I went back to bed.
So then after a shower and more cleaning, etc., I decided to take Abish on a walk. So I'm walking down C, and I see this little beagle ahead of us. Well, I wanted to avoid trouble as much as possible, and so I started down a side street to avoid the dog. And what happens? The little wart follows us. Every once in a while I would glance back, and there was this beagle, just standing there looking at me, about four feet away, every time. So finally Abish loses it and starts barking at her (I don't really blame her, the thing was SO ANNOYING!). So the thing runs away and we continue on our walk, slowly making our way back to C. So we're sitting at the corner, and of course, this huge truck with two big dogs in the back of it pulls up at the corner. Abish starts flipping out, and while I'm trying to hold her down and tell her to shut up, her collar comes off and she goes tearing after the truck, which of course, just turned the corner and is driving off. It took me about a second to start yelling and sprinting down the street after her, and finally she slows down and runs the opposite direction. After about two blocks, I catch up to her, and she knew she was in huge trouble. She just layed (lied?) down, and I started yelling at her and stuff. And the whole walk home, she just walked really slowly right by my side. She knew she was in big trouble. And I wanted to cry, it freaked me out so much. What if she had gotten hit? What if she just didn't come back? Freaky.
So while I'm contemplating this horrific event, Steven shows up (thank the heavens. I thought I was going to hurt someone I was still so shaken up. And I just totally put "shooken" before I changed it. Ha ha.) and so I had someone to tell about my strange day so far. Oh, and during this time, Isha showed up. She was there when I came back from the walk from the black lagoon. Anyway, we couldn't hang around here, cause we're "not allowed to have boys over when the parents are gone," which makes sense, but it's like Steven, so anyway. So we left, not really knowing where to go, but I suggested we to Riverside park, which we ended up doing. And spent like two and a half hours wandering the riverside (ha ha. riverside. Riverside Park. I didn't just get that, so shut up.). It was really nice, the area was beautiful (or at least interesting) and we didn't talk very much. Just wandered along till we came to a place where we couldn't go any further, and then we turned back. But it was very relaxing, very fun in a quiet, comforting way.
So there's my strange and interesting day, and there's still many hours left, so I may have to come back and add to this tome (though it's not very scholarly, it's still pretty long). Sorry if you got bored halfway through, but it was fun for me. So.....ha?
So then after a shower and more cleaning, etc., I decided to take Abish on a walk. So I'm walking down C, and I see this little beagle ahead of us. Well, I wanted to avoid trouble as much as possible, and so I started down a side street to avoid the dog. And what happens? The little wart follows us. Every once in a while I would glance back, and there was this beagle, just standing there looking at me, about four feet away, every time. So finally Abish loses it and starts barking at her (I don't really blame her, the thing was SO ANNOYING!). So the thing runs away and we continue on our walk, slowly making our way back to C. So we're sitting at the corner, and of course, this huge truck with two big dogs in the back of it pulls up at the corner. Abish starts flipping out, and while I'm trying to hold her down and tell her to shut up, her collar comes off and she goes tearing after the truck, which of course, just turned the corner and is driving off. It took me about a second to start yelling and sprinting down the street after her, and finally she slows down and runs the opposite direction. After about two blocks, I catch up to her, and she knew she was in huge trouble. She just layed (lied?) down, and I started yelling at her and stuff. And the whole walk home, she just walked really slowly right by my side. She knew she was in big trouble. And I wanted to cry, it freaked me out so much. What if she had gotten hit? What if she just didn't come back? Freaky.
So while I'm contemplating this horrific event, Steven shows up (thank the heavens. I thought I was going to hurt someone I was still so shaken up. And I just totally put "shooken" before I changed it. Ha ha.) and so I had someone to tell about my strange day so far. Oh, and during this time, Isha showed up. She was there when I came back from the walk from the black lagoon. Anyway, we couldn't hang around here, cause we're "not allowed to have boys over when the parents are gone," which makes sense, but it's like Steven, so anyway. So we left, not really knowing where to go, but I suggested we to Riverside park, which we ended up doing. And spent like two and a half hours wandering the riverside (ha ha. riverside. Riverside Park. I didn't just get that, so shut up.). It was really nice, the area was beautiful (or at least interesting) and we didn't talk very much. Just wandered along till we came to a place where we couldn't go any further, and then we turned back. But it was very relaxing, very fun in a quiet, comforting way.
So there's my strange and interesting day, and there's still many hours left, so I may have to come back and add to this tome (though it's not very scholarly, it's still pretty long). Sorry if you got bored halfway through, but it was fun for me. So.....ha?
The city sleeps. The stars shine. Eyes see. The night breathes.
Night is so wonderful. It makes you incredibly aware of everything around you. The slightest movement. The smallest sound. Eyes become unimportant. Ears reveal everything. Touch is your ally. It makes you feel so incredibly alive. Everything becomes eerily beautiful. The moonlight cloaks you in mystery. Your skin becomes ghostly white, almost translucent. You close your eyes, and you can feel the darkness closing in around you. Not harmfully. Softly. A blanket of darkness. Comforting. The moon shines so bright. Things start to happen. You may not see it, but you feel it. Magical things. Things that cannot happen in the day where the bright sun shines fiercely. Quiet things. Things that can easily be missed unless you are looking for them. Things that only happen when the moon shines at its fullest.
It's the sort of night you treasure, and hold to your heart. Keep it safe. Not necessarily secret however. But special. A night you only share with someone very very special. A night of true mystery and magic.
It's the sort of night you treasure, and hold to your heart. Keep it safe. Not necessarily secret however. But special. A night you only share with someone very very special. A night of true mystery and magic.
Friday, April 22, 2005
Life isn't about the number of breaths we take, but the moments that take our breath away. Like choking.
Today is an amazing day. It is a historic day. And it is a happy day. Do you know why? It is an amazing, historic, happy day because I am happy. I am truly happy. I haven't been truly happy in a very long time. I still have problems of course, but my life is so simple now. I can sit down and fix all the things that are wrong with me without interruption. But I am happy. In fact, no only am I happy, but I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back.
There is sunshine in my soul today. Which is what I'm listening to right now. How bizarre. I watched Singles Ward last night and now I'm listening to the soundtrack. I didn't even think about that. Shut up, Abish. I am very content at this moment. Melissa is gone tonight for a while, and then tomorrow I get the house all to myself, like, all day. You know how excited that makes me? I can relax, and listen to music really really loud. Even though I'll probably end up watching weird movies, eating lots of food, and singing and dancing around in my underwear. What more to life is there?
I wish luck to Steven for his tennis match, Maegan at her softball game (or games) and Raage at his track meet. Go team. I'm a loser who doesn't play sports and just sits at home and blogs all day. But Raage and I were discussing this earlier today. If I played a sport (a real, permitted sport. They don't let girls play baseball. Warts.) I think I would do track. I would want to do hurdles. I did that once in 8th grade, and it was definitely my favorite event. But I'm always afraid of starting a sport this late because I feel like I wouldn't be good at it. I guess that's what training is for, huh. Still. But I do want to get in shape. Maybe I'll learn a sport over the summer and play next year. Who knows, however? I may not even be good enough to participate. Which would crush my heart into pulp and then blend it with my self-confidence in a giant blender, which would then be served to the coaches for lunch. So I either have to do really well, or forget the whole idea.
I love music. I think it's a drug for me. I could listen to all kinds of music all day. Well, excluding hip hop, rap, and country of course. But so is doodling. If I'm stressed or just tired, I turn on my music, get a pen and a notebook, and just doodle and sing or listen to music for hours. It's very stress-relieving. And please excuse the poor spelling in all of these. I've never been a very proficient speller. (However, my vocabulary is quite large. Hmmmmmmmmm.) Anywho, I'm going to go eat something and veg for a while. Love to all.
There is sunshine in my soul today. Which is what I'm listening to right now. How bizarre. I watched Singles Ward last night and now I'm listening to the soundtrack. I didn't even think about that. Shut up, Abish. I am very content at this moment. Melissa is gone tonight for a while, and then tomorrow I get the house all to myself, like, all day. You know how excited that makes me? I can relax, and listen to music really really loud. Even though I'll probably end up watching weird movies, eating lots of food, and singing and dancing around in my underwear. What more to life is there?
I wish luck to Steven for his tennis match, Maegan at her softball game (or games) and Raage at his track meet. Go team. I'm a loser who doesn't play sports and just sits at home and blogs all day. But Raage and I were discussing this earlier today. If I played a sport (a real, permitted sport. They don't let girls play baseball. Warts.) I think I would do track. I would want to do hurdles. I did that once in 8th grade, and it was definitely my favorite event. But I'm always afraid of starting a sport this late because I feel like I wouldn't be good at it. I guess that's what training is for, huh. Still. But I do want to get in shape. Maybe I'll learn a sport over the summer and play next year. Who knows, however? I may not even be good enough to participate. Which would crush my heart into pulp and then blend it with my self-confidence in a giant blender, which would then be served to the coaches for lunch. So I either have to do really well, or forget the whole idea.
I love music. I think it's a drug for me. I could listen to all kinds of music all day. Well, excluding hip hop, rap, and country of course. But so is doodling. If I'm stressed or just tired, I turn on my music, get a pen and a notebook, and just doodle and sing or listen to music for hours. It's very stress-relieving. And please excuse the poor spelling in all of these. I've never been a very proficient speller. (However, my vocabulary is quite large. Hmmmmmmmmm.) Anywho, I'm going to go eat something and veg for a while. Love to all.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
I didn't know that musical theatre was synonymous with semi-circle...
I am really glad I have certain friends. There are some people that are just amazing, and I really think that they were sent by the Lord. I'm having a really hard time right now. I'm metaphorically re-aligning my mirrors (thank you Willie and Liz). It's really rather difficult for me to explain what I feel right now. And I feel terrible because some people are going through the exact same things that I went through about two weeks ago, and I hope that I can be there for them when they need me. This whole situation is completely stupid, but maybe it needed to happen or something. Divine intervention? I don't know. But I feel like I've been searching and praying for an answer to my problems, and the past few days, mostly this last weekend, I feel like I've been getting my answer through others' words or actions. I hope I'm making the right decision.
I love my dad though. He really understands me and what I need. I'm glad I can talk to him, and that we understand each other. I hate it when he goes away, and then I have no dad around. It makes me sad when he goes away.
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate not being able to express myself correctly? Yes, I believe I have. Numerous times, in fact. I went to seminary today during fourth period. It was very nice. It's an all-guy class, and it was very fun to just sit in the back and listen to their conversations. Bro Fawcett is really cool. It was a short day though, so we didn't get very far into the lesson. Some days though, I just like to talk about random stuff, and it doesn't neccessarily have to be a set lesson. I love it when a lesson turns spiritual all by itself, and it just comes around, and we have a really neat spiritual discussion that wasn't planned. I love spontaneous spiritual experiences.
I like being able to vent, and I'm sorry if none of you is going to enjoy this. It's really for my use anyway. I don't care about you guys at all. Actually, I do, and I'm just kidding, so no one get offended! Some people get offended really easily, and it kinda bugs me. I do all the time, so I know I'm guilty of it, but that's why I like writing things to people instead of talking to them. Talking you have to think up a response on the spot, and something you say may come out wrong, and even though you didn't mean it that way, it's too late to take it back. But with writing, you can take all the time you need to think things out, and then you can revise what you say so that it sounds the best. And I am still under the impression that home-schooling screws your kids over.
Well, that's about all for today, unless I think of something else, which I probably will and then be too lazy to put it in until tomorrow. So good day to all, and to all a happy National Stoner's Day.
I love my dad though. He really understands me and what I need. I'm glad I can talk to him, and that we understand each other. I hate it when he goes away, and then I have no dad around. It makes me sad when he goes away.
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate not being able to express myself correctly? Yes, I believe I have. Numerous times, in fact. I went to seminary today during fourth period. It was very nice. It's an all-guy class, and it was very fun to just sit in the back and listen to their conversations. Bro Fawcett is really cool. It was a short day though, so we didn't get very far into the lesson. Some days though, I just like to talk about random stuff, and it doesn't neccessarily have to be a set lesson. I love it when a lesson turns spiritual all by itself, and it just comes around, and we have a really neat spiritual discussion that wasn't planned. I love spontaneous spiritual experiences.
I like being able to vent, and I'm sorry if none of you is going to enjoy this. It's really for my use anyway. I don't care about you guys at all. Actually, I do, and I'm just kidding, so no one get offended! Some people get offended really easily, and it kinda bugs me. I do all the time, so I know I'm guilty of it, but that's why I like writing things to people instead of talking to them. Talking you have to think up a response on the spot, and something you say may come out wrong, and even though you didn't mean it that way, it's too late to take it back. But with writing, you can take all the time you need to think things out, and then you can revise what you say so that it sounds the best. And I am still under the impression that home-schooling screws your kids over.
Well, that's about all for today, unless I think of something else, which I probably will and then be too lazy to put it in until tomorrow. So good day to all, and to all a happy National Stoner's Day.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Words, words, words
I hate not being able to express yourself without offending anyone. I also hate decisions. Have I ever mentioned that? I hate having to choose between things that you really love. But I love having parents that know what they're talking about and that can give you good advice. Anway, all I can really say is that I miss lots of people and I'm going to miss some people. And Jen, I think that it's a great idea to write a poem about Liz. (Shh. Let's not tell her. I'm working on the first stanza right now.)
It's a sad day when we have to start selling the President like toothpaste.
I don't know how much longer I can take of this. I think my brain is going to explode. But luckily I have people all around me who are willing to help with my mental condtion and can help me through my problem. There are days when I just get so depressed, and I know why, but there isn't really anything that helps. I just need lots of sleep. Or actually, I need to eat lots of chocolate and watch lots of stupidly funny movies. I watched E.T. yesterday, though. It was very enjoyable. I hadn't seen that movie in about a gazillion years (because yes, I am a gazillion and seventeen years old) and it was really good. And the older brother, Mike I think it was, did a pretty good job. Even though I swear that that green jacket he wears he wears on the bus is the same one that he wears in "I am the Cheese," which is an incredibly stupid movie based on an incredibly stupid book. I would never recommend my worst enemy to read it. I could so take Reed. He's not that strong. Yes, he may have the ability to poke out my eyeballs with his elbows, but I think I could take him. It's really nice just to ramble sometimes, not really caring about what I'm trying to say or if anyone understands it. I thought up a whole blog this morning and of course I forgot everything that I was going to write.
Blog. Bloggity blogger blog blog. What a strange word. Blog. I wonder where it came from. Someone probably just invented it. Like Shakespeare. He invented half the words we use today. Even though the English language is completely screwy and it makes no sense whatsoever.
I have no funny or interesting stories to present at this time, except that me and Reed just had a fight in the hallway and it was quite fun. (Please refer to the comment in the first paragraph.) If I think of anything, or if anything happens, I'll add it later. So farewell to all my adoring fans, I'm off to rid the world of locusts and tall people.
Blog. Bloggity blogger blog blog. What a strange word. Blog. I wonder where it came from. Someone probably just invented it. Like Shakespeare. He invented half the words we use today. Even though the English language is completely screwy and it makes no sense whatsoever.
I have no funny or interesting stories to present at this time, except that me and Reed just had a fight in the hallway and it was quite fun. (Please refer to the comment in the first paragraph.) If I think of anything, or if anything happens, I'll add it later. So farewell to all my adoring fans, I'm off to rid the world of locusts and tall people.
Monday, April 18, 2005
Gah, Ugh, and Meh
I hate it when you can't put into words what's going on in your brain. It's really hard to say what you want so that others can actually understand you. Hence the title of this blog. There are no words to describe how I feel right now. Life is strange, you know? Nothing ever really seems normal. Sorry. Let me introduce myself. I am Rebekah Whittaker and this is my blog, a magical where you can access bits and pieces of what is going on in my brain. In other words, you won't understand any of this.
LIFE IS SO CONFUSING! I want life to be simple, without these difficult decisions and without all the stress and worry and hurt feelings. Then again, if life were so easy, we would never grow and there would be no point to our existance. These things really make you think, don't they.
And to all those who care, and also to those who don't, I love Liz. She is the best friend I have, and I am very grateful to have her as my sister in this earthly life. She has really helped me through some difficult times.
Anywho, nothing else. So I think I'll stop. Right about now.
LIFE IS SO CONFUSING! I want life to be simple, without these difficult decisions and without all the stress and worry and hurt feelings. Then again, if life were so easy, we would never grow and there would be no point to our existance. These things really make you think, don't they.
And to all those who care, and also to those who don't, I love Liz. She is the best friend I have, and I am very grateful to have her as my sister in this earthly life. She has really helped me through some difficult times.
Anywho, nothing else. So I think I'll stop. Right about now.
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