Boredom

This is a song I am writing,
Because I am bored.
I've written no songs in a long time,
This might make you bored.
There is no purpose to my rhyming
Just click "Go Back" now
Never sense in my writing,
Where's my car, anyhow?

I'm BORED!
Oh yeah,
I'm BORED!
Oh yeah!

I'm at the town library,
And forgot my card.
I'll have to borrow Audrey's.
She's my sis, and she's bored.
My phone is ringing loudly,
if I answer i'll be kicked out.
My back pocket's buzzing softly,
A strange feeling... a very strange feeling...

I'm BORED!!!
Oh yeah,
I'm BORED!!!
Oh yeah!

Some say i'm nuts,
Some say I'm loony.
I don't care,
I play my own tune-y.
My pencil is poking me,
I don't have a memory,
I'm trying to brush my teeth,
The cops are taking me away!

SING IT,
SING IT,
SING IT,
I'M BORED!!
SING IT,
YELL IT,
HUMM IT,
I'M BORED!!!

Save me from this lunacy...

"It's my birthday, you dolt."

Yup, another year gone. I'm 16, and getting older by the minute. You wanna know what I did to celebrate? I danced. And danced. And danced some more. In the Nutcracker. Every day. For a week. Technically, there really was no birthday celebration at all. =/ Ah well.

I did get a few gifts, though. I got Guitar Hero III, and pink kitchen knife, a diamond ring, a limited edition SIGNED Switchfoot picture book, a movie, earrings, and a hairbrush. xD Needless to say, I'm happy.

Yesterday, I got a better thing though. I got my very first job application. *w00ts around room* I think that was the best part about turning 16.

Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes! Made me smile very big. :) Oh, and the title of this post was my quote to one of my friends who happened to forget my birthday. haha, that was really funny. But, i'm used to it. oh well. lolz.

I have to go, because I'm working tonight and tomorrow, and my comp time is almost up. We have a new iMac, which has the built in camera. I had a lot of fun with it, so here's one of the most recent photos of me. :)

Let It Snow, Baby. Let It Reindeer.

Yeah, basically the new best holiday CD on the market today. My favorite song is Sleigh Ride, followed by I Hate Christmas Parties and The Twelve Days Of Christmas. :) Relient K is soooo random and wonderful, and probably one of my favorite bands. 

Parents have been asking me what I want for Christmas. My list isn't complicated. I just want a hairbrush and some toothpaste. My poor hairbrush... the finish is shredding off, and half the bristles are missing. :( As for the toothpaste... somehow, my toothpaste is sucked away faster than any of my sib's toothpastes... and I don't think it's because I brush my teeth too much. =/ (BTW, my favorite toothpaste is Aquafresh. Oh yeah!) 

I'm turning 16 in 10 days. All year I planned about what kind of party I want, who I want to invite, what I'm going to do after I turn 16, etc. etc. Now I don't really care. I'm just going to have my party in February, after it's long forgotten, and I'm going to invite 3 friends, and we are going to play Guitar Hero until dawn. Sounds good to me! haha! 

There is one good thing about turning 16, though. I am going to get a job at the local copy store. I know the owners very well already, because I babysit their kids regularly, so the mom offered me a job, as soon as I turn 16. And it's not just a copy shop. I will be learning how to create icons, build websites, learn HTML, and of course, learn how to run a copy shop. I'm so excited! This is exactly what I want to do in life. My plan is to go to a community college for 2 years, to get all my basics done, and then I am going to go to a big art institute to learn computer programming, website designing, graphic designing, etc. From there, I can either get a job out in public, or I can create my own home business. I plan on being independent, and working my way up. Maybe I'll go for 4 years at the art institute and learn more, and get a bigger degree. So many options... and it's all starting with this little copy shop. I'm so excited! 

Oh, another thing is happening on my 16th. I will be performing in the Nutcracker for the 3rd year in a row! This year I have 3 parts: Waltz of the Flowers (my teacher's favorite part), Garden Attendant, and Lead Maid. It's not fabulous, but Flowers is by far one of the best dances in the show (except for the Sugar Plum Fairy and all...). So I'm satisfied. Next weekend, I'll have 4 shows, and I'll be sooooo tired. haha! I'm so looking forward to it!!! Even my brother, and Osprey are performing too. They are Lead Party Boys in the party scene. They're going to do so well! I can't wait! 

And now that I've got onto the topic of dance, I just remembered this little thing about my pointe shoes... I have feet like bananas (think steel bananas, and you have the right idea), so I need really really really hard pointe shoes. Normally, shoes only last me a month or so, before they're like soft shoes. So I'm wearing a new style, called Sansha. Sansha pointe shoes have supremely hard shanks, and even have removable plastic shanks to use when the first shanks "die." Well,  I had to use the plastic shanks right away. Those shoes were HARD! It was like wearing steel-toed boots! Then I started having problems, and when I took the plastic shanks out, both of them were broken in half. >.<

Well, that's all I have to say in this post. Next time I'll try not to wait two weeks before writing again. :) Toodles!

Vintage Parents?

Vintage clothing comes and goes. But what happens with vintage PEOPLE come back in style? Like one's own parents, for instance?

Yeah, can you believe that my parents happen to be cooler and more popular than I am? My mom has one of the funniest blogs you can come upon. Everyone loves her. Everyone wants to talk to TC. Everyone want's TC's approval. My teenage friends talk to my mom before they talk to me! Like we went to my friend Ty's house, and what does he do. He runs over to the car door and spills his latest doings to my mom. O_o Of course, maybe that's because my mom does happen to BE cool...

Because she is the only mom I've ever heard of who will drive her 15 y.o. daughter two states away to go to an amusement park with two guys they'd never met in real life before. My mom is one of the few moms left on the planet who would be willing to take all of her kids to a Toby Mac concert, and dance in the knee-high mud, or to a Switchfoot and Reliant K concert, and be able to sing all the words. She drives 6 days out of the week to ballet, hockey, and basketball practices, all 15-75 minutes away. How dedicated is that? Not to mention she treats teenagers like adults, and listens to them. She understands teens better than anyone else I know. Hm. I guess you rock, Mom. Just share the spotlight once in a while. ;)

Then, there's my dad. He's no teddy bear of a person. He's a 6 ft. grizzly, complete with mismatched teeth and and a scruffy face. But all the ladies in my town absolutely ADORE him. The 21 y.o. at blockbuster calls him her "sweetheart," and the head librarian is wrapped around his pinkie. She'll get him whatever book he asks for. *rolls eyes* The women at his job call him the "coolest dispatcher they've ever met." >.< And yeah, he printed the convo out on paper just to show me, and prove it to me. I BELIEVE YOU NOW DAD! Gosh, now quit being so famous...

When I ask them in awe of how they got to be so cool, and I'm not, what do you think they said? "It's cooler to be cool, than to wish you were."

Ok, I take back everything I ever said that was nice about them.

Never mind, scratch that last sentence. They're my way into college... hehe, I love you, Moma! And thank you for the new iPod, Papasita! x) Much love to you both, and this thanksgiving, I am thankful for you.

Thinking it through...

Ok, so I know my last few posts haven't exactly been in a cheery mood... I feel like I owe an explination as to why I suddenly blew up on my blog like that.

Things have been hard for me in the internet world. A lot of my relationships are based on the internet, and therefore, sometimes they don't always work so smoothly. For instance, there has been one blogger that has been getting under my skin for several months, and I finally lost it.

Why did I lose it? Because I was tired of being competed with. I was/am tired of having to try and prove myself to people I don't even know. I'm through with people preaching at me, and treating me like some little kid. Normally, I'd blow a lot sooner than I did this time, but I guess God wanted to push my limits... see how long I'd hold out... just one of these little lessons He keeps teaching me. Argh, just why does He have to make it so hard?!

A friend of mine told me that I'm a "hard girl to understand sometimes." Part of that is my fault. I don't express myself very accurately, and people often misunderstand my words. So, I am finally going to share the awful truths, so people may begin to have an inkling about the real me.

I have an extremely short temper. You may have experienced it on the net with me, but it's probably worse in real life. But I'm improving. Second, forgiveness is a hard subject with me. I've been hurt - a lot. I'm far from insecure, but I've got this mindset now that I just can't trust people like I used to (especially guys that like me/I like. How much can I share with them, so it doesn't hurt if they pack up and leave?). I am very loyal my friends, but I always doubt that they'll be there when it really counts.

If you asked any one of my friends what my deepest darkest secret is, none of them would be able to tell you. If you asked them what my favorite food is, they can't tell you. If you asked them when my birthday is, 95% of them wouldn't be able to answer. That's cause I don't talk about myself, and they don't ask. That is why I am hard to understand sometimes. It's cause you know nothing about me! I am a better listener than a talker.

So I guess I just want to wrap this up quickly. If you don't "understand" me, or feel like you have to compete with me over something, of if you think I'm someone to be avoided, it's cause you haven't taken the time out of your life to get to know me, or you simply don't care. Do not take me for granted, do not use me, and do not treat me like a child, and we should get along fine. :)

The next post I PROMISE will be a happy one. :)

Some people just don't get it.

SHUT UP.
- By Emma. Written on 11-15-07.

I see your lips moving,
And I read the words you write.
But all I hear is critisism
Of the way I live my life.
No matter what I say,
No matter what I do,
You have to say something better.
And guess what! It's about YOU!
My ears are bleeding from the
Nonsense that you're speaking,
Stop right there,
Shut your mouth,
I want this to end,
I wanna tape your mouth!

Chorus:
Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut up!
I'm tired of all the screaming!
Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut up!
Why can't you see I'm bleeding?!
Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut up!
You're causing me this pain!
Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut up!
You're driving me insane!

I don't care how perfect
Your life seems to be!
I don't care how wonderful
You are compared to me!
Please stop talking!
You aren't winning
In the game of who's not sinning!
Stop right there,
Shut your mouth!
I want this to end!
I wanna tape your mouth!

Chorus

This is it,
It's too late now.
Don't get in my way,
I will tear you down.
My last stand
So you've heard,
Shut up now,
Or you'll regret every word!

Chorus x2
_
Maybe some people will get it now.
Cause I am right fed up.

What you see is what you get.

I freaking hate people. People hate me. People misunderstand me. People use me. Then people dump me.

I've been told I'm intimidating. I've found out that people are afraid of me, and avoid me. People play games with me. I've written things about myself, and then others have to top it with their own successes. People who call themselves my "friends" turn fickle just when I need them.

But you know what the most awful thing about that is? It is never going to change. I am me. What you see is what you get. I am not going to turn into a different person. I will probably always be intimidating. I will probably always be strongwilled. But people will always remain the same too. I guess I just have to "get a grip" as some have said, and simply concentrate on living my own life, and be the best I can be.

Or better yet, I'll become a nomad and travel the world for the rest of my life. That way, I won't be in the same place long enough to have friends. Problem solved.

Run Away

So, I've had a few comments lately about my poetry and songs, and I've discussed how poets don't always talk about themselves and their lives/feelings. I also had a request for more of my writings, so here you go. This is the reverse. This is all about my life and for the last 5 years. Hope you enjoy it, and can read my underlying message.

Run Away

11 years old, Dad’s in a wreck,
He could live or die, I didn’t know yet,
Grandma’s takin’ over, Mom’s never home,
I lost my faith, be a while ‘fore it came back.
The anger at God that He did this to my dad
Made me so mad, it’s just too much to be had,
There’s no one to turn to, no one for comfort,
Pastor left the church, and everyone was hurtin’.
I was still alone at night, lying awake in my bed,
Pictures of Dad in a coma circling around my head.
My heart was bleeding, there was nothing to stop it,
The scar’s still there, still hurts once in a while, yet
Dad finally came home but things weren’t getting better,
I still stayed covered in my blue hooded sweater,
I was too young for this, the pain of an adult,
It was never ending, never ceasing turmoil.

Chorus:
And I just wanna
Run away,
Make the memories
Fade away,
Give up on this
Ending play,
Turn around,
And run away.
I’m gonna run
Far away,
Make the memories
Fade away,
Why do I have to
Die this way?
I just wanna go
Run away, far away.

At age 14 I was looking for love,
Nothing much, just somethin’ to keep me up.
But I found the guy I thought was the one,
Gave him my heart, became blind to the cons.
He seemed so devoted, completely true to me,
At last I felt the two whole halves of me.
I was sure we could make it to the ends of the world,
Well, for 10 months at least, before he found another girl.
The scar opened up and the pain flooded in,
I blamed myself for all the hurt I was feelin’, then,
Mom turned for the worst, and I feared for her life,
Oh God, not Mom! Take me instead to your side!
She was diagnosed with cancer, had immediate surgery,
I was there in the waiting room, crying to my knees.
First Dad, now Mom, what (or who) was next in line?
Was life on earth really worth the pain I felt inside?

Chorus

My sweet 16 is rolling around and I can
Still feel the wounds bleed from time to time, but then
I know the pain is temporary, God’s love is forever,
It was His hand that kept me from ending my life, however,
I finally understand why I went through all I did,
God was using all the hurt and pain to bring me back to Him,
And I can finally see the sunshine, the warmth is pouring in,
I can take the hoodie off and feel Him touch my aching skin.
I’m not broken, I’m not a mistake.
I’m a beautiful creature that God himself made.
Whenever I’m hurtin, I remember what he gave,
His own son, He died, so that I would be saved.
Don’t have to run no more, I don’t have to hide,
I can let go of everything I keep inside,
I know why I’m here, I know why He did this,
I’ll stand for Him until His plan is finished.

Chorus x2

Luke... I AM your father.

So I am really run down right now. I had two big weekend parties in a row. The first one was my friend Ty's party, and that was like, the most fun I've had in a super long time. It was basically 9 teenage guys, me, and Ty's tomboy girlfriend. It was amazazing. We played Halo, Guitar Hero (I totally rule at that game. xD), and then we went outside and played football. Then, they started wrestling together, and I said that I could take down my brother Tyler (who is 6'1") in 10 seconds flat. So I did. And after I finished him off, I took down another guy, and accidentally busted his lip. Oopsies! Then, they ate all the pizza, and then I had to go home. :( It was absolutely fantastic. I don't know how I lived for so long without knowing these guys. And I like, fit in so well. It was wonderful. :)

The second one was Tyler's birthday party. He had Ty, Ronan, and Osprey come over to spend the night. Another amazing day. At night, we took all the lightsabers outside, and had a war. They all call me Darth Maul, so they gave me the double sided saber. It was sooooo cool - until my lightsaber went out. >.< Then I just attacked them all in the dark, and I don't think they'll ever forgive me. =/ Ah well.

So, now that I've worn myself out for two weekends in a row, I'm sick. AGAIN. argh argh argh argh argh argh.... Where's that monkey?! I want to shoot something. >.<

Here is Ty and Ronan, playing Guitar Hero at my house....


And here is Osprey, whom I could not get a clear picture of at the party, but this is him when he took me to the ballet. :)

Who Am I?

I am stuck in a world where I don't belong,
Escape is impossible; the road back is gone.
Where do I go? Where can I hide?
They will find me... Find me hidden deep inside
Myself, searching for the one hidden truth
The one hidden truth I managed to lose
And now the one I cannot seem to find...
The one question... who am I?
I see myself from the outside looking in,
So cold, so alone... undone, so sullen.
The outside mask hides what I do not want to see,
My own inerself, my true identity.
So long ago when I shut myself out
That the key is lost, forever, no doubt.
If there's a way, i'll break and enter,
But am I ready to find the truth when I get there?
So I'll keep looking until my time draws to a close,
From there I'll go on to whoever knows.
No one will see my unwanted form,
Nameless, broken, walking out the door.
But for the last time. I cry, knowing this is my time.
I have failed in this pitiful life of mine.
My task is over, I'll never know the truth.
But, so is life... I've done all I can do.
I'm dying now, leaving my questions behind,
For someone else to answer: Who am I?

Response to a Response to myself.

For those who have absolutely NO idea what on earth I'm about to talk about, please go here: www.homeschoolblogger.com/christinie and read her latest two entries. Thank you. :)

Christine, here is my response.
You make a good debate argument, and are certainly digging deeper into the discussion of free will. I shall happily continue with my point. (Please forgive spelling errors. I hate to make excuses, but I am still under pain medication from my wisdom teeth removal.)

"When I said "allow" it meant that, if we don't ask the Holy Spirit to do something, He most likely won't do it. So in a way we are not "allowing" the Spirit to work.

You ask where or when are we ever in control? It’s not really a control issue here…it’s a choice God has made, to give us a choice, and then He responds accordingly, in a predetermined way."

If we believe in a Sovereign God, then there is absolutely no need for us to "allow" or "ask" Him to do anything. I believe that God has in mind every single "decision" He "allows" us to make, because He decided to have us decide it ourselves. It's complicated... Let me explain.

In God's plan, He has everything worked out. From the time of Creation, to the time of Redemption. Everything that has happened since the Beginning has all been His doing. He knew that Adam and Eve were going to sin; He knew that Judas would betray His Son; He knew that I was going to rebel against Him at age 14, and return again. He knows every decision I will make in my life, He has named my hours, and He has already formed my future to its perfect state. (And I mean "perfect" in a sense that it is formed by God, therefore, it is "perfect" for me.) So, perhaps it is more God allowing US to have the free will to make our own decisions to help us grow and to learn. But He already knows the outcome of everything. Make sense? Sort of like He gives us the question, we answer, but He already knows our answer and already has a response.

I did not say that we were ever in control of God. No doubt we are never in total control of anything, much less our own lives. So I certainly disagree with this statement: "I am not saying that the Spirit CAN NOT work if we don't "allow" Him, but He most likely won't." How in the world does that work? If that were true, then it would be completely up to us for everything. If we sin and rebel, then we certainly aren't "allowing" Him to do anything, are we? If it were totally up to us to decide if/when to ever return to Him, it could never happen. If God's got everything totally under control, then He's working inside of us even during that rebellious time, and He's slowly bringing us back.

And it's the same situation with unbelievers. They have absolutely no power whatsoever to "allow" God to do anything. A lot of them have never even heard Christ's name spoken before, or if they have, some are certainly not asking Him into their hearts right away. They have no way to "ask" Him to work inside of them. They are completely independent on themselves. Does that mean He "most likely won't" work inside of them anyway? If that were true, none of us would most likely be believers today.

"Do you disagree with me when I said that you don't see many miracles in America, but that they're happening all the time where the gospel is going forth? Many miracles are happening in the USA, but not like they were in the New Testament, and not like they are where the gospel is going forth today."

Again, I have to disagree with you. The gospel is most certainly being spread throughout America, and I can tell you right now I've seen Him work firsthand in my family, and in my church. Very true, you don't see people rise from the dead; you don't see people miraculously recovered overnight too often. But that doesn't mean that God isn't working in America, simply because there aren't enough hearts "asking" Him too. And I don't know where you got the idea that very many miracles DON'T happen in the USA, because you yourself have proclaimed many miracles the Lord has performed in yours and your family's lives. There are a lot of Christians out there, and God has worked in every single one of them. Miracles happen every day - they just aren't quite as magnificent as they were in the Bible.

"Of course I am of the opinion that our main purpose in life, after glorifying God, is to "go and make disciples." I have a feeling that you are Presbyterian, and I know that some Presbyterians don't believe that we have to "make disciples" because some people are "chosen," and once you're saved, you're always saved (even if you murder someone and never repent) (I AM NOT saying that you believe that! I'm just speaking about the beliefs of Presbyterian I have heard speak)."

You went wayyy off topic here, I think. ;) You're right, I'm Presby, but what you posted here is something I think should be reserved for another convo... perhaps the one on Mrs. T's blog. And I am perfectly ready to defend my faith there if you should so wish to debate with me again.

So to wrap up my point, I believe that when it comes to free will, it is not about what WE do, but what God decides to place in our lives, and how we respond to it. He'll act in whatever way He sees fit, and while we are our own person, He is continually working in us, and is in total control, day in and day out.

Hope this all makes sense, and I'll continue further if you wish to keep discussing this. :)

Emma

P.S. The only reason I posted as Anonymous in the first place, is because some people seem to get offended whenever I post, and then get intimidated and back away, and then it never gets resolved. And then some have their ears too full with past arguments with me that there isn't enough room for my words from today to pass through. But since you opened the doors to my identity, I entered. :)

Shut up and be grateful.

So, on Friday night I went to see Switchfoot and Relient K in concert - and I was going to see one of my best girl friends there. She has a lot of money in her family, and I always feel a little intimidated when I'm around her. Normally, I don't give a flying belch in space what anyone thinks about how I look, but with Samantha... I totally freaked out over my outfit and hair and stuff. So when I saw her that night... She had on exactly the same outfit. And I mean EXACTLY the same. So I'm taking that as God's way of saying, "Now see? You were all worked up, and now you find that you and Samantha are exactly the same. So sit down, shut up, and be grateful."

God has an amazing sense of humor.

Yesterday morning, I went into surgery to have my wisdom teeth removed. Hehe, it was actually pretty funny... I went in the office, and the doc came in to talk one-on-one with me, and then they knocked me out. I remember waking up afterwards in a curtained room, with my mom and a nurse beside me. They told me to go back to sleep, so I complied. Then I remember waking up again, and being put in a wheelchair. I think I feel alseep on the ride from the office to my car, and then when I got into the car, the nurse was helping me stand up and stuff, and I think I got mad at her cause I wanted to do it myself. I slept the whole way home (can you tell I love sleeping?), and when I got out of the car in the garage, my mom was supporting me and stuff... and then I passed out.

I think that was the best part of the whole day. haha. I just woke up, and I was like, where am I? Mom said I fainted, and they almost called an ambulence to get me. I just cracked up. I hobbled inside and collapsed on the sofa, and ever since, all I've had to do is eat, sleep, go to the bathroom, take meds, and tell my siblings to go get things for me. It's really not that bad... besides the hunger factor. I could eat a whole chicken and a half by myself, plus a cheeze pizza, french fries, and bacon.

I just have to keep reminding myself to just shut up and be grateful, right? ;)

Battle Wounds

I had a tangle with one of those wild guinea pigs this week, as he was crossing my yard. You wanna see what the little booger did to me?


He BIT me! That's right! I had him in a head lock, and suddenly, he just whipped around and took a snap at my arm. Thank goodness the skin wasn't punctured, or I could have caught a disease or something. O_O He was just running along, and then he stopped. And turned. And stared at me. Then he charged, and my life flashed before my eyes.

But, I'm ok. :) I threw him off, and Dewey came and sat on him. Then the guinea pig ran away. Go us! Whoo!

Random Picture of the Day:


Woof.

Happy Stuff

First of all, I'm not sick anymore! *w00t w00t*

Second, I got my phone back! *w00ts some more* Still waiting on the iPod, though... >.< (I don't think I shared the story about what happened to the iPod, did I? Well, my dad wanted to "buff" it, to get the scratches off. Next thing I know, my beautiful iPod goes flying across the workshop and lands on the concrete floor, and shatters into a bazillion pieces. I was NOT happy. But anyways, back to happy stuff. =])

Third, I can fit into my sister's jeans. x) She's like, really petite, so it's a good thing.

Fourth (and greatest of all), one of my best friends in the church came to Christ on Sunday. I've known him and his wife for 4 years, and after all that prayer and time just showing Christ to him through our lives, he finally made a profession of faith and joined the church.

I felt so special, because I was the first one he told, outside of the elders. (He doesn't have any kids, so he kinda spoils me and my sister.) He just came up to me and told me, and I started sobbing into his jacket. His wife didn't even know. So when they stood up and went to the front of the church, we had a box of tissues waiting for her. It was one of the most amazing services... God is absolutely amazing... hehe, i'm going to cry just thinking about it... omgosh, where are the tissues?

Edit:

Which Disney Character is your Alter Ego? created with QuizFarm.com

You scored as Goofy Your alter ego is Goofy! You are fun and great to be around, and you are always willing to help others. You arn't worried about embarrassing yourself, so you are one who is more willing to try new things.

Sunshine

Sunshine

Sore, broken, beat down, depressed
You’ve learned life’s not always at it’s best
The truth is hard and the road is long,
What is there left to keep you strong?
That clouds start to rumble overhead,
Your mind’s a mess as you go to bed,
The lightning flashes, you don’t understand
Why things aren’t going the way you planned.

Chorus:
But one day there will be sunshine,
Glinting, shining, warmth inviting
Sunshine, looking down on you.
You’ll never know where you’ll find it,
But I can guarantee,
The sunshine will break through!

All alone in this awful place,
She can’t escape this human race,
She’s so confused and her hope is gone,
Her entire life just all went wrong.
The pain seems just too much to bear,
And she slowly sinks into despair,
The storms keep raging deep inside,
She’s given up the hope to fly.

Chorus:
But just keep looking for that sunshine,
Glinting, shining, warmth inviting,
Sunshine, looking down on you.
You’ll never know where you’ll find it,
But I can guarantee,
The sunshine will break through!

But even amidst the raging seas,
I know that God won’t abandon me,
He holds me fast and keeps me strong,
Until the storm at last is gone!

Chorus:
And I can see that sunshine,
Glinting, shining, warmth inviting,
Sunshine, looking down on you.
I know that you can find it,
And I can guarantee,
God’s sunshine will break through!

I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.

Did you all know that a wild herd of rabid guinea pigs are illegally stampeding across the Mexican border into Texas? Troops are coming back from Iraq to deal with this growing problem. There have been 5 wounded and 2 deaths so far, and a whole lot of stinky droppings. The wild guinea pigs are said to have an ally of mice already located in the country, so lock your doors! Seal up every entrance into the house! Hide the children! SAVE YOURSELVES!!!!!!

I'm siiiiiick, so pity meeeeee.

Yeah, I'm sick again. When I sniff, I sound like my pug snorting. Not very nice, now is it, precious?

Ballet class last night went well. I had some very nice turns, which made me happy, but my jumps lacked strength. I think it's cause I was under the weather.

Speaking of weather, it's a sunny and cool day here in TX, at a lovely 74 degrees. I'm going to go for a walk today in the back pastures and try to breath in some fresh air before dance.

I have my phone back, I have my phone back, I have my phone back, nanny nanny boo boo. *dances*

Random Picture Of the Day:

(note: this was me right before my celebration dance when the Colts won the SuperBowl this year.)

I smell like wax....

And no, I didn't go "get waxed." I waxed and washed the car. The car wax smells so good, but it makes my hands feel tight, so I had to wash it off. Phooy. So yeah, this entire afternoon has been spent in car servicing and driving. It's a Standard shift, so I stalled it quite a few times. x) a bit scary, but I'm still alive. My dad had me pull the car into the workshop, and I was in a cold sweat the whole time. But I made it, without a single dent or scratch in the car. Yay me. haha.

It's been really quiet here since I last posted... I haven't done much but work at home. I have ballet class today, and tomorrow, and Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday, and work on Friday and Saturday, so yeah... it'll be a quiet, slow week. Nothing much on the schedule...

My grandparents are coming out next week, and they're bringing me an spinet piano. I'm so happy! It'll be like Christmas in October!

And, I got my phone back. x) I'm a lot shorter on cash, cause I helped my sibs out, but still, I have my phone! life is good.

Random Picture Of the Day:

The Present

Yesterday, guess what I got to do! Pull fence posts, and put in new ones! Yay for me. >.< Then I got a spiderbite on the back of my leg that's the size of half my palm. owchies.

I need new pointe shoes. The ones I have are dead in the boxes (the tip, and the part that goes around the toes) and it feels like I'm dancing barefoot. I've only had the shoes for a couple months... I guess I just wear them out fast. I'm going to switch to a new brand and see how that goes. =/

Mom and I went to the thrift store the other day, looking for little odds and ends we needed. (Isn't it nice when you find a designer purse in a thrift store? Or even better when you get old handmedowns that no one can recognize and think you bought it new? Waste not, want not.) The only thing was... as I was browsing through the shelves, I felt a certain similarity to Napoleon Dynamite. O_o If I had found a fake dagger, I would have had to put it through my belt loop and whisper "That's flippin' sweeeet." I walked up to my mom, who was examining a shirt, and commented "I like those sleeves. They're real big." And she just cracked up. x)

Went to an outdoor festival the other day. I rock climbed (and won against my sister), went through the blowup obstacle course (lost to my sister), ate a couple hot dogs, and danced the night away. :) it was a lot of fun.

The Future

This is going to be a cool month.

First, Osprey is going to get his braces off! *starts singing "Joy To The World"* That is going to be an awesome day.

Then, later in the month, my mom, my brother, Osprey and I are all going to see Switchfoot and Relient K in concert! *starts singing the Halleluja chorus* I'm so excited...

Dance classes are going well and strong. For a while, I felt horrible because I was having horrible classes. I'm not as good of a dancer as I thought I was... but things are looking better now. I guess the wakeup call helped me focus in class more, and I've improved a tad. My turns are better, and I'm in the 8+ fouette group (multiple turns in a row, in plain english.) I get around 14 fouettes on a good day. -3 on a bad day. =/ lol.

Had costume fittings. Those went badly. I look like an expectant cow. ha! Maybe it's just the poofy skirts.... or maybe not...

so yeah. I'm going to go rock out on my guitar now. burn out bright! byezers.

"Door" spelled backwards is "Rood."

Just thought you all should know that. x)

g'night.

Happy Days

Yeah, check out the new blog. yayness.

So as I said in the last entry, I went to the ballet with a friend. It was a blast! We saw Coppelia. Excellent ballet. We went to an Italian restaurant before, and the waiter had a special meal made just for me. xD It was so nice.

We got some pictures, but i'm to lazy to post them right now... i'll have a picture entry up in a few days. :)

So I'm still trying to figure out this Blogger, but I will hopefully have a brand spanking new template up soon. I like to do a lot of behind-the-scenes work, and don't often update things, which is a habit I'm trying to break...

If you want to read older posts about me, go here: www.homeschoolblogger.com/southernbelle because this is basically that blog, Part II. I'm tired of HSB and some of the snooty people on it, plus not being able to log in 75% of the time. Harumph. lol.

So yeah... I'm leaving now. ta.

I'm engaged to a 4 year old....

... and recieved flowers from his sweet big brother. :) *happiness* The same big brother is escorting me (and my mom) to a ballet next Friday. *squeals*

Ode to iPod

IPod, oh iPod,
How I miss thee so, oh iPod.
Thou hast filled my days with joy,
And on rainy days, thou comforted me.
Thou woke me in the morn,
And put me to rest at night.
But tis no longer, my iPod.
Thy innards were torn
From thy thin, white frame,
And thy beautiful face became still.
My heart was filled with anguish
As thy soul was laid to rest.
My tears cascaded on thy marred surface;
No longer shall my heart leap to thy tune,
No more hours together, laughing and crying,
Dancing and singing to thy sweet melodies.
Over and over, my stereo cries for thee.
Thy name flashes ever on
On it’s blue screen,
As well as in my heart.
My memories of thee I’ll cherish forever.
And so, this is my final farewell;
I love thee so, my iPod.