"Forever Yours" by Alex Day is probably one of the best songs I've heard in today's music. Alex Day aka Nerimon from Youtube is trying to be the first unsigned artist to get to the Christmas #1 on any charts. So far, he's made it up to #4 on the UK Charts and #25 on the US charts.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOW2eEz9cYk
He has other versions of "Forever Yours" like "Charlie Went Mad Remix", the original demo version, the live piano version, an all-vocal version(my favorite other than the original!), a dramatic reading of the song by BillTv, and more! All the money that Alex gets from the song purchases goes to a charity called World Vision. I have a question for you, why haven't you bought "Forever Yours" yet?
Here's a link to the rest of the remixes:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DUbeDbG8Q-o&feature=list_related&playnext=1&list=SP4FE23FD665BD8F2A
Keep calm and DFTBA!
Monday, December 19, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Chicago Tardiscon
One of the greatest weekends I've ever had! Let's hit the bad part. Thanksgiving. I don't mind holidays that much, but at times, I really wish I wasn't there and I was somewhere else. My family goes to my grandparents house every year, but this year, since my brother is in the airforce and he's down in Texas, they went to go see him. I had a choice of going down to Texas and seeing my brother or going to Chicago Tardiscon with friends and meet Benjamin "Red Lightning" Cook, or stay home and do nothing. Well, I decided to go to Chicago Tardis and I'm super glad that I went. The six hour drive wasn't as bad as I thought because after I finished a book, I had time to sleep and be awkwardly social and stuff. The last time I went to Chicago, I was on my way to England with my class so I was expecting us to hit a few places that I went to previously(like The Bean XD).
On Friday, we arrived around 1 which was earlier than when we were supposed to be there, but our room was already ready for us so it was fine. The room that the girls had, was really nice, and I take it that the boys room was nice as well.. I didn't dare go in there. Everyone wandered around the convention and panels were going on with the Peter Davidson, who was the Fifth Doctor, and Janet Fielding, who was one of the Fifth Doctor's companions, Tegan. I didn't get to meet Peter Davidson or Janet Fielding, but I got photos of them and went to one of their panels together. They seemed like really fun people to hang out with and meet. After a couple hours, we went to the Target that was right next to the hotel and bought random things like bottled water and sticky notes. When we came back to the hotel room, there was nothing to do so Camille made a TARDIS(Time And Relative Dimensions In Space) out of blue and yellow-ish white sticky notes which turned out fantabulously and we could see it from the parking lot! While Camille was doing that, Me and Mrs. Keifer were skyping some friends that couldn't make it to Chicago Tardiscon. We were all having laughing fits for 2 hours with them and that was so much fun talking to them and their randomness. After a couple hours, everyone signed off and we noticed it wasn't too late, so we went downstairs and got autographs from Benjamin Cook. Benjamin who? Benjamin Cook is a Doctor Who journalist that has interviewed the stars of Doctor Who and he's been working for the official Doctor Who magazine since he was 13 and he's now 29-ish. I have to say, he is probably my favorite celebrity-person because he is just that awesome and cooler than the bees knees.
The TARDIS and the Dalek in sticky notes! Thanks, Camille!
On Saturday, we walked around the vendors room and went to target a few times just to do nothing and whatnot. When my little group of friends walked around the convention, we stumbled upon fantastic cosplayers that have been to much bigger conventions and have done their own major panels. Fantastic people with fantastic cosplays. We didn't really do much, but there was a wedding reception going on with LOADS of dancing and my little group of friends were invited to it! Instead, we wandered around the hotel(in the wee late hours) and danced with a real Dalek, then looked for Benjamin Cook who had just got back from the Bean and dinner with Mark Sheppard. We found him, showed him the Dalek and the Tardis(and Kalli wrote "Ben! <3" in large letters above it), he obviously loved it. We then summoned the courage to ask him for photos, and yes, we did.
This is the best photo that was taken with him. Luther and Benjamin Cook
Everyone with Benjamin Cook!
When he left, we had nothing else to do, so we wanted to go to see the Bean. It took us 2-3 hours to find the car keys which were in a pants pocket on the floor the whole time. We ventured out around 3:30 in the morning to go to the mystical Bean. The people that were with me had never been to the Bean, so I practically had to drag them. KIDDING... kind of. We had our fun of random photo taking and laughing, prancing around the beautiful Bean until the security guard came up to us saying that the park closed at 11pm and opened 7 am or so. Much to our surprise, we laughed and went to 7-11 where we got drinks and whatnots to have and walked around the sleeping city. We saw people with their luggage wandering the streets(not homeless people), homeless people, workers putting up Christmas lights on the trees, and creepers (Which we tried to avoid). We skipped, walked, and frolicked through the empty streets laughing and whatnot looking at buildings laying on the ground, looked at random shops(because we couldn't go in). We went back to the hotel around 5am and went to sleep around 5:45.
We couldn't sleep in, so we had to get up bright and early at 10 am and immediately start packing for our trip home. We saw Ben one more time and attended a couple of his panels that he was in, we didn't get to say goodbye, but we tweeted him and he would reply. So, fun stuff.
That was my weekend a while ago in November. Benjamin Cook, Tony Lee, Robert Shearman, Kalli, David, Luther, Camille, Mr. and Mrs. Keifer, Target, the Bean, the security at the Bean, twitter, replies, and just a little "hello". Those are the best things about that entire weekend.
On Friday, we arrived around 1 which was earlier than when we were supposed to be there, but our room was already ready for us so it was fine. The room that the girls had, was really nice, and I take it that the boys room was nice as well.. I didn't dare go in there. Everyone wandered around the convention and panels were going on with the Peter Davidson, who was the Fifth Doctor, and Janet Fielding, who was one of the Fifth Doctor's companions, Tegan. I didn't get to meet Peter Davidson or Janet Fielding, but I got photos of them and went to one of their panels together. They seemed like really fun people to hang out with and meet. After a couple hours, we went to the Target that was right next to the hotel and bought random things like bottled water and sticky notes. When we came back to the hotel room, there was nothing to do so Camille made a TARDIS(Time And Relative Dimensions In Space) out of blue and yellow-ish white sticky notes which turned out fantabulously and we could see it from the parking lot! While Camille was doing that, Me and Mrs. Keifer were skyping some friends that couldn't make it to Chicago Tardiscon. We were all having laughing fits for 2 hours with them and that was so much fun talking to them and their randomness. After a couple hours, everyone signed off and we noticed it wasn't too late, so we went downstairs and got autographs from Benjamin Cook. Benjamin who? Benjamin Cook is a Doctor Who journalist that has interviewed the stars of Doctor Who and he's been working for the official Doctor Who magazine since he was 13 and he's now 29-ish. I have to say, he is probably my favorite celebrity-person because he is just that awesome and cooler than the bees knees.
On Saturday, we walked around the vendors room and went to target a few times just to do nothing and whatnot. When my little group of friends walked around the convention, we stumbled upon fantastic cosplayers that have been to much bigger conventions and have done their own major panels. Fantastic people with fantastic cosplays. We didn't really do much, but there was a wedding reception going on with LOADS of dancing and my little group of friends were invited to it! Instead, we wandered around the hotel(in the wee late hours) and danced with a real Dalek, then looked for Benjamin Cook who had just got back from the Bean and dinner with Mark Sheppard. We found him, showed him the Dalek and the Tardis(and Kalli wrote "Ben! <3" in large letters above it), he obviously loved it. We then summoned the courage to ask him for photos, and yes, we did.
When he left, we had nothing else to do, so we wanted to go to see the Bean. It took us 2-3 hours to find the car keys which were in a pants pocket on the floor the whole time. We ventured out around 3:30 in the morning to go to the mystical Bean. The people that were with me had never been to the Bean, so I practically had to drag them. KIDDING... kind of. We had our fun of random photo taking and laughing, prancing around the beautiful Bean until the security guard came up to us saying that the park closed at 11pm and opened 7 am or so. Much to our surprise, we laughed and went to 7-11 where we got drinks and whatnots to have and walked around the sleeping city. We saw people with their luggage wandering the streets(not homeless people), homeless people, workers putting up Christmas lights on the trees, and creepers (Which we tried to avoid). We skipped, walked, and frolicked through the empty streets laughing and whatnot looking at buildings laying on the ground, looked at random shops(because we couldn't go in). We went back to the hotel around 5am and went to sleep around 5:45.
We couldn't sleep in, so we had to get up bright and early at 10 am and immediately start packing for our trip home. We saw Ben one more time and attended a couple of his panels that he was in, we didn't get to say goodbye, but we tweeted him and he would reply. So, fun stuff.
That was my weekend a while ago in November. Benjamin Cook, Tony Lee, Robert Shearman, Kalli, David, Luther, Camille, Mr. and Mrs. Keifer, Target, the Bean, the security at the Bean, twitter, replies, and just a little "hello". Those are the best things about that entire weekend.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Pinecrest
If you go to Southgate Church and attend the teen youth group called Zap, you'll kind of know what I'm talking about. Every year around mid-November, Zap goes to a place about 3 hours away from South County, it's called Pinecrest. Pinecrest is a beautiful place with a lake, chapel, gym, indoor pool, mess hall, a meeting place, dorms, cabins, hotel-esque rooms, and many other retreat-y things. The reason why we go on this retreat, is to get away from our distractions and to get to know God and our beloved Zap members more. I've been going to Pinecrest for give or take 3 years now, and I think Saturday nights are the best in my opinion. But! We get to Pinecrest Friday night at 8pm, we worship, meet in our "pinecone" groups which are just mixed gender small groups, then we chill out and go to bed around 1 or so.
The Lake
Saturday, you can get up early if you want to, eat breakfast, chill out if you have time, worship, someone speaks, then pinecones, lunch, group activities(This year, we had bracelet making, ultimate throton, and Putt-putt golf) The bracelets that we made were for a good cause, to help the girls in this home that were used in sex trafficking.
After our activities, we had free time, in which mainly everyone played the "greatest game ever", Mafia. I have nothing against Mafia lovers, but when you play for 3+ straight, it gets REALLY old just simply being around you. Throughout the whole weekend, I think people played about 12 or so hours of Mafia. Ridiculous, right? Anyway, later, we do healing, message, and then chill out around the bonfire(but instead, mainly everyone went and played Mafia in the gym. Oh, deerlord, GAG ME.)
Sunday- It's good to be packed before breakfast even starts because you get more free time and you don't have to worry about your stuff not being packed when it's time to go. We do the usual(worhsip, message), then we reminisce about how another year at Pinecrest has come and gone just like that *snaps fingers*.
Even though at Pinecrest, you have your pros and cons:
Pros: Awesome food, gorgeous lake, friends, bonfires, getting closer to God, and just the fact that you can hang out somewhere other than at someone's house and chill out is awesome just by itself. Oh, and pranks.
Cons: Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, oh, and did I mention Mafia? I'm kidding(but not really). Friends, the defeat of pranks, distractions of phones and ipods and whatever, and just feeling alone since you're so far away from home and your usual schedule.It's weird being away from home.
Maybe I should mention the pranks now? Yes? Awesome. So, it went this way- Guys got the guys, then the guys got the girls, girls got the guys, guys threw a smoke bomb, and the girls have yet to give them payback.
Guys got the guys- One side of the guys' cabin pranked the other side. So, they made the guys toilets overflow and messed with the shampoo.
Guys that got pranked get the girls- Guys that got pranked use the other guys prank, they made the girls toilets overflow, put chocolate syrup in their hairbrushes, emptied out a shampoo bottle and put chocolate syrup in that, put vinegar in the toothbrushes and toothpaste tubes, and sprayed axe all over the girls stuff.
The girls somehow took one of the boy ring leaders' toothbrushes and we put mayo and hair all over it.
We received a smoke bomb from the boys 20 minutes before lights out. Such a lovely present, right?
Our main girl leaders were furious, even the pinecone leaders were totally ticked off! It was interesting to watch the girls crowd around the doorways and watch one of the leaders talk to the guys about what they did.
Anyway, what I got out of this weekend, is that things go deeper and deeper when you really look and observe something. I received Psalm 19 and Psalm 22:14 from the spirit, here's a link for Pslam 19: http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+19&version=NIV
Psalm 22:14
14 I am poured out like water,
and all my bones are out of joint.
My heart has turned to wax;
it has melted within me.
15 My mouth is dried up like a potsherd,
and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;
you lay me in the dust of death.
To me, that verse is romantic and it's kind of how I feel when I worship God. I may be wrong, but whatever. It's just how He makes my heart melt and he molds me the way he wants me to be.
I have a feeling that this year at pinecrest is a new awakening in my life that I need to focus more on God than whatever I do with my time.
Question: What's God telling you to do?
Saturday, you can get up early if you want to, eat breakfast, chill out if you have time, worship, someone speaks, then pinecones, lunch, group activities(This year, we had bracelet making, ultimate throton, and Putt-putt golf) The bracelets that we made were for a good cause, to help the girls in this home that were used in sex trafficking.
After our activities, we had free time, in which mainly everyone played the "greatest game ever", Mafia. I have nothing against Mafia lovers, but when you play for 3+ straight, it gets REALLY old just simply being around you. Throughout the whole weekend, I think people played about 12 or so hours of Mafia. Ridiculous, right? Anyway, later, we do healing, message, and then chill out around the bonfire(but instead, mainly everyone went and played Mafia in the gym. Oh, deerlord, GAG ME.)
Sunday- It's good to be packed before breakfast even starts because you get more free time and you don't have to worry about your stuff not being packed when it's time to go. We do the usual(worhsip, message), then we reminisce about how another year at Pinecrest has come and gone just like that *snaps fingers*.
Even though at Pinecrest, you have your pros and cons:
Pros: Awesome food, gorgeous lake, friends, bonfires, getting closer to God, and just the fact that you can hang out somewhere other than at someone's house and chill out is awesome just by itself. Oh, and pranks.
Cons: Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, oh, and did I mention Mafia? I'm kidding(but not really). Friends, the defeat of pranks, distractions of phones and ipods and whatever, and just feeling alone since you're so far away from home and your usual schedule.It's weird being away from home.
Maybe I should mention the pranks now? Yes? Awesome. So, it went this way- Guys got the guys, then the guys got the girls, girls got the guys, guys threw a smoke bomb, and the girls have yet to give them payback.
Guys got the guys- One side of the guys' cabin pranked the other side. So, they made the guys toilets overflow and messed with the shampoo.
Guys that got pranked get the girls- Guys that got pranked use the other guys prank, they made the girls toilets overflow, put chocolate syrup in their hairbrushes, emptied out a shampoo bottle and put chocolate syrup in that, put vinegar in the toothbrushes and toothpaste tubes, and sprayed axe all over the girls stuff.
The girls somehow took one of the boy ring leaders' toothbrushes and we put mayo and hair all over it.
We received a smoke bomb from the boys 20 minutes before lights out. Such a lovely present, right?
Our main girl leaders were furious, even the pinecone leaders were totally ticked off! It was interesting to watch the girls crowd around the doorways and watch one of the leaders talk to the guys about what they did.
Anyway, what I got out of this weekend, is that things go deeper and deeper when you really look and observe something. I received Psalm 19 and Psalm 22:14 from the spirit, here's a link for Pslam 19: http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+19&version=NIV
Psalm 22:14
14 I am poured out like water,
and all my bones are out of joint.
My heart has turned to wax;
it has melted within me.
15 My mouth is dried up like a potsherd,
and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;
you lay me in the dust of death.
To me, that verse is romantic and it's kind of how I feel when I worship God. I may be wrong, but whatever. It's just how He makes my heart melt and he molds me the way he wants me to be.
I have a feeling that this year at pinecrest is a new awakening in my life that I need to focus more on God than whatever I do with my time.
Question: What's God telling you to do?
Restless Movie Review
Tuesday night, I decided to see if there were any decent-looking movies on this website where I watch movies and shows all the time. I was simply glancing at the selection and stumbled upon a movie called "Restless". I thought that the movie cover was simply perfect and (obviously, since I'm a girl) it appealed to me because the couple(Enoch and Annabell), were really close and her bright red scarf was blowing in the wind.
Adorable, right?
The story is about this guy named Enoch Brae, and he goes to funerals uninvited, he is unemployed, and he is friends with a Japanese kamikaze ghost name Hiroshi. At a funeral, Enoch meets a young girl named Annabell who is attending her uncle(or cousins) funeral(they mentioned it once and left it at that.) You can tell that Annabell really likes Enoch, just by looking at him once. Enoch then gets in trouble with a pastor because he's shown up to a bunch of services that he's done, Annabell then comes and tells the pastor that Enoch is her "boyfriend" and they escape the awkward guy and chill out in the back. Enoch leaves, then sees Annabell at a cemetery the next day when he is with Hiroshi. They go for a walk, they talk, time passes and they fall in love. Annabell told Enoch in the beginning that she works at the hospital in the cancer treatment center, but she's really just a cancer patient and she has three months to live.
The story to me was really sweet and it was tender. It almost made me cry. Ferrealsies. I'm not a crier when it comes to movies, too. I loved the cute quirkiness in romance and interests that they shared and even though it was probably just another love story, it seemed different. Hiroshi was an amazing character to have in the movie even though he didn't really do much except be there for Annabell and Enoch when times were rough and they needed someone. Annabell, she's sweet and she really has no limits for anything. Enoch seems sheltered and he breaks out when he meets Annabell, then he's flying high.
I give the movie a 7/10 stars for the cute and quirkiness.
Question: What's your favorite movie of all time?
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Dance off? I'm game!
Ever thought about war? Or what if the war was just a major dance battle? I think I'd actually get into politics if we had dance battles to settle differences. Just think about it!
America: Yo, Russia. Share some of your vodka.
Russia: No way, broski.
America: Why in the heck not? You have plenty.
Russia: Because I don't share my vodka.
America: Know what? This calls for a dance battle.
Russia: BRING. IT.
Meanwhile in "Normal Land", wherever that may be....
.....he's forever alone....
America: Yo, Russia. Share some of your vodka.
Russia: No way, broski.
America: Why in the heck not? You have plenty.
Russia: Because I don't share my vodka.
America: Know what? This calls for a dance battle.
Russia: BRING. IT.
Meanwhile in "Normal Land", wherever that may be....
Monday, October 31, 2011
Dream
Last night, I had a strange dream. I'm known for having fun and crazy dreams, but this one was just weird. I was honestly yelling in my sleep and my mother woke me up, but I only slightly woke up.
It started off as just a regular Tuesday morning at homelink, but the kids in my class were harassing me with a question I didn't know. "What is the third question?" they repeated over and over again up to the point where I couldn't hear myself think anymore. I looked at the teacher who simply smiled at me and asked me in her sweet voice what the third question was, but we don't have text books in this class so I had no way of knowing what it was. With all my might, I shouted "WHAT?" at the top of my lungs, which I apparently yelled in real life. Since I was woken up, I fell back asleep in the same place, but this time I was about to cry running out the door. When I ran through the unopened door, I was immediately at my house in the kitchen but the living room was just a piece of paper covering the doorway. I was sitting at the kitchen table with my mom, and we were doing our own school, she then looked at my own papers for a minute to check on my work and asked "What is the third question?", I looked down at the book "What did the main protagonist's mother do to protect her daughter?".
I looked back at my mother to find that she wasn't there, or more likely, I wasn't there. I was now at a boarding school that had actually pretty decent uniforms. White, long sleeved, button up shirts with a tie, and blacks slacks for guys and girls(skirts were optional). The group that I was hanging with contained 2 guys and a girl, Jax, Leslie, and I didn't get the girls name. Jax had a guitar and was playing just a random song and singing a little bit of it with his blue and red striped tie around his head, Leslie was looking outside the window, and the girl was all gaga over Jax. Jax looked up from his guitar and stopped playing, "So, Hawthorne, what's the third question? Did you find out yet?" I didn't know what to say, so I simply said "What did the main protagonist's mother do to protect her?". Jax just said "Oh, okay. Cool." and continued playing his guitar. The teacher came in and told us to reassemble and sit down so he could finish the lecture. In which, he asked what the third question was and no one would answer, and when I was about to raise my hand, I woke up.
Weird, right?
I have a question for you, what's the second question? Oh, and happy Halloween. :)
It started off as just a regular Tuesday morning at homelink, but the kids in my class were harassing me with a question I didn't know. "What is the third question?" they repeated over and over again up to the point where I couldn't hear myself think anymore. I looked at the teacher who simply smiled at me and asked me in her sweet voice what the third question was, but we don't have text books in this class so I had no way of knowing what it was. With all my might, I shouted "WHAT?" at the top of my lungs, which I apparently yelled in real life. Since I was woken up, I fell back asleep in the same place, but this time I was about to cry running out the door. When I ran through the unopened door, I was immediately at my house in the kitchen but the living room was just a piece of paper covering the doorway. I was sitting at the kitchen table with my mom, and we were doing our own school, she then looked at my own papers for a minute to check on my work and asked "What is the third question?", I looked down at the book "What did the main protagonist's mother do to protect her daughter?".
I looked back at my mother to find that she wasn't there, or more likely, I wasn't there. I was now at a boarding school that had actually pretty decent uniforms. White, long sleeved, button up shirts with a tie, and blacks slacks for guys and girls(skirts were optional). The group that I was hanging with contained 2 guys and a girl, Jax, Leslie, and I didn't get the girls name. Jax had a guitar and was playing just a random song and singing a little bit of it with his blue and red striped tie around his head, Leslie was looking outside the window, and the girl was all gaga over Jax. Jax looked up from his guitar and stopped playing, "So, Hawthorne, what's the third question? Did you find out yet?" I didn't know what to say, so I simply said "What did the main protagonist's mother do to protect her?". Jax just said "Oh, okay. Cool." and continued playing his guitar. The teacher came in and told us to reassemble and sit down so he could finish the lecture. In which, he asked what the third question was and no one would answer, and when I was about to raise my hand, I woke up.
Weird, right?
I have a question for you, what's the second question? Oh, and happy Halloween. :)
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Finding Myself
Blogs are supposed to be about talking about what's going on in their life, right? Well, I now will.
This topic isn't really touchy, but it is to some people. Christianity and who you are. Since I come from a christian background, and I believe in God, people think I shouldn't like certain things like Doctor Who, secular music, Harry Potter, stuff like that, things that aren't "christian". People can like whatever, but it all depends on where you stand in life. I go to a youth group and I've ventured out to many many other youth groups. Some are more cliquey than others, but this one is pretty cliquey. I've been going to this church that the youth group is at for years and years, and still, no one knows who I am, or who anyone in my family is. I think that's pretty sad. I've known some of those kids for years, and still, no one knows who I am, but I know them. I feel as if I'm closer to the older kids than the younger kids around my age, which I guess isn't too bad of a thing. The girls are all in their groups, the guys are in their groups, no one talks to the new kids except for the people that have been to that youth group their whole life.
So, since I've been falling away from God, I decided to go to my youth leader and meet with her. Her name is Sarah and I've known her ever since I was born. Sarah is the most toughest girl I've ever met, and she's not afraid to speak out and tell people what she thinks. Since I've been falling, I decided to talk to her. So, a couple days ago, my dad gave me a verse because my mom must've told him that I've been lacking time with God.
My dad gave me Psalms 1:1-3 which says "Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor stands in the path of sinners, nor sits in the law of the sinners, and in His law he meditates day and night. He shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season, whose leaf also shall not wither; and whatever he does shall prosper."
Which pretty much means, this person isn't going to hang out with the wrong crowd when he knows that they're not doing good things and they'll stick with God and they'll survive through His word. It honestly took me a while to realize that's what it meant. I talked with Sarah, and she prayed for me. God gave me a vision while we were praying, and it was a tree by a river, and the water was impure, the tree was about to die because the seasons were changing and the water was terrible, the tree was starting to wither, God said "I will send pure water" then the water was clean, and the tree became healthy and was alive once more.
In my situation, where at Homelink, people go there to not be judged, and they don't talk much of religion, but since I might be hanging out with the wrong people, God will be sending more "clearer water" well, more christian people my way. I believe I can make it, and get a stronger connection with God. Sarah also made me think of reasons why I'm here. My reasons were: art, my parents, Lanette(A family friend is pretty much my mother), Geddy and Bowie Avery, Kalli, Sarah, and to make people smile. I, myself, am pretty satisfied with these things/people/reasons why I'm around. I love each and every single one of those people more than anything else. They were the people that really had a huge impact on my life, and they are always there for me whenever I need someone. It's really awesome to have some people like that if you need someone to talk to or help you sort out a problem.
(The play "Starship")
I'm really grateful for what I have and I can't wait to see what's coming my way.
Question:
What're you thankful for?
This topic isn't really touchy, but it is to some people. Christianity and who you are. Since I come from a christian background, and I believe in God, people think I shouldn't like certain things like Doctor Who, secular music, Harry Potter, stuff like that, things that aren't "christian". People can like whatever, but it all depends on where you stand in life. I go to a youth group and I've ventured out to many many other youth groups. Some are more cliquey than others, but this one is pretty cliquey. I've been going to this church that the youth group is at for years and years, and still, no one knows who I am, or who anyone in my family is. I think that's pretty sad. I've known some of those kids for years, and still, no one knows who I am, but I know them. I feel as if I'm closer to the older kids than the younger kids around my age, which I guess isn't too bad of a thing. The girls are all in their groups, the guys are in their groups, no one talks to the new kids except for the people that have been to that youth group their whole life.
So, since I've been falling away from God, I decided to go to my youth leader and meet with her. Her name is Sarah and I've known her ever since I was born. Sarah is the most toughest girl I've ever met, and she's not afraid to speak out and tell people what she thinks. Since I've been falling, I decided to talk to her. So, a couple days ago, my dad gave me a verse because my mom must've told him that I've been lacking time with God.
My dad gave me Psalms 1:1-3 which says "Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor stands in the path of sinners, nor sits in the law of the sinners, and in His law he meditates day and night. He shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season, whose leaf also shall not wither; and whatever he does shall prosper."
Which pretty much means, this person isn't going to hang out with the wrong crowd when he knows that they're not doing good things and they'll stick with God and they'll survive through His word. It honestly took me a while to realize that's what it meant. I talked with Sarah, and she prayed for me. God gave me a vision while we were praying, and it was a tree by a river, and the water was impure, the tree was about to die because the seasons were changing and the water was terrible, the tree was starting to wither, God said "I will send pure water" then the water was clean, and the tree became healthy and was alive once more.
In my situation, where at Homelink, people go there to not be judged, and they don't talk much of religion, but since I might be hanging out with the wrong people, God will be sending more "clearer water" well, more christian people my way. I believe I can make it, and get a stronger connection with God. Sarah also made me think of reasons why I'm here. My reasons were: art, my parents, Lanette(A family friend is pretty much my mother), Geddy and Bowie Avery, Kalli, Sarah, and to make people smile. I, myself, am pretty satisfied with these things/people/reasons why I'm around. I love each and every single one of those people more than anything else. They were the people that really had a huge impact on my life, and they are always there for me whenever I need someone. It's really awesome to have some people like that if you need someone to talk to or help you sort out a problem.
I'm really grateful for what I have and I can't wait to see what's coming my way.
Question:
What're you thankful for?
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
Unlike most weekends, where I hang around and do nothing, I actually did something other than school! Friday, my Advanced photography teacher kidnapped me and we went to a photoshoot with an itty bitty 8 day old baby! As cute as he was, he wouldn't go to sleep which took a loooong time for him to conk out and for us to photograph him. His sister, who was equally cute, wouldn't kiss her brother. The whole shoot took about 4-5 hours, and afterwards, Miss Pam, her daughter Abby, and I, all indulged in a frothy drink from McDonalds as a good treat after a shoot. We split back to Jefferson County, dumped the photos onto Miss Pam's computer, and I scadaddled back to my place to watch "Cherry" which I rate a 3/5 star movie featuring Kyle Gallner(who is one of my favorite actors), then fangirled over an episode of Glee, then was knocked unconscious by the fact it was almost 11pm.
(8 day old Steven!)
Saturday, I decided to see what Kalli was up to, which was to hang out with David and me the whole day. Brendan and Joel were supposed to be there too, but due to lack of rides, they couldn't come. Boohoo. We spent the day playing Apples to Apples, I sorted a whole stack of cards alphabetically because there was nothing really else to do but that. We ventured to the basement to lay on a futon for an hour and talk and make stupid jokes that really shouldn't have been said aloud. After an unhealthy amount of tacos were devoured, we didn't know what else to do, so we curled David's hair, which he didn't like, so we re-straightened it and went to random Halloween Stores. I bought a rainbow bow tie that was on clearance and it's the most amazing thing ever that I've bought in my whole life. Kalli and I tried on sailor costumes like supermegafoxyawesomehot beasts and stood awkwardly in the store when we showed David and Mrs. Keifer. David, failed to be awesome. He didn't try on the mailman costume. Or the anything costume. After Halloween store hunting, we decided to go to the Chesterfield mall and be weird. There, we witnessed someone take a dog doll. It was odd, let's just put it that way. We wandered and goofed off, ran into stores. I finally bought my homecoming dress, and I have yet to get my cosplays for TARDIScon next month. I have no idea what I'm going to be for halloween(LIKE A REAL KID, YO).
So my agenda today is to finish this blog, write 2 papers, finish a book, and watch the card game.
Now I'm just curious...
What was the highlight of your weekend?
(8 day old Steven!)Saturday, I decided to see what Kalli was up to, which was to hang out with David and me the whole day. Brendan and Joel were supposed to be there too, but due to lack of rides, they couldn't come. Boohoo. We spent the day playing Apples to Apples, I sorted a whole stack of cards alphabetically because there was nothing really else to do but that. We ventured to the basement to lay on a futon for an hour and talk and make stupid jokes that really shouldn't have been said aloud. After an unhealthy amount of tacos were devoured, we didn't know what else to do, so we curled David's hair, which he didn't like, so we re-straightened it and went to random Halloween Stores. I bought a rainbow bow tie that was on clearance and it's the most amazing thing ever that I've bought in my whole life. Kalli and I tried on sailor costumes like supermegafoxyawesomehot beasts and stood awkwardly in the store when we showed David and Mrs. Keifer. David, failed to be awesome. He didn't try on the mailman costume. Or the anything costume. After Halloween store hunting, we decided to go to the Chesterfield mall and be weird. There, we witnessed someone take a dog doll. It was odd, let's just put it that way. We wandered and goofed off, ran into stores. I finally bought my homecoming dress, and I have yet to get my cosplays for TARDIScon next month. I have no idea what I'm going to be for halloween(LIKE A REAL KID, YO).
So my agenda today is to finish this blog, write 2 papers, finish a book, and watch the card game.
Now I'm just curious...
What was the highlight of your weekend?
Thursday, October 13, 2011
This week
This morning I woke up feeling like P Diddy and forgot it wasn't a Friday Friday and I couldn't get down a Friday, but then jammed and peanut buttered like a total Thursday Homeschooler. After Homelink, which contained no yearbook, a trip to Deals just for a deck of cards, an awesome walk around a different street, walking around a graveyard and looking at cute/superduperadorable reptiles in a shop, and sharing REDVINES(the greatest snack in the world) with some people while watching Godzilla: The Final Wars, this was one of the best weeks. For the past couple of weeks of Homelink, I really didn't want to go and going back and seeing everyone made me not want to go anymore. But then today and Tuesday changed it. I got over the little things that pestered me, and I stuck up for others who needed it more.
I think the girl that gets made fun of is beautiful, I think the guy who thinks he isn't good enough is more than enough, I think people make themselves believe that they're worth nothing, but they're truly priceless.
Brittany blogged about how she heard some girls bad talking about one of their "friends" or so, and they backstabbed hardcore, I really don't think that things like that should be tolerated. To me, Homelink is a safehouse and you'll be accepted there no matter what, there's always someone there to talk to and be by your side. Some people proved me wrong, but I don't care that much.
There are a few people I want to give shout outs to: Brandi, Nichole, Brittany, and Staci. I love you girls, and you're beautiful.
Here's a token of gratitude: a very pretty British boy, and if you don't like him, I can't do anything. PRETTY BOYS DON'T JUST GROW ON TREES.
I think the girl that gets made fun of is beautiful, I think the guy who thinks he isn't good enough is more than enough, I think people make themselves believe that they're worth nothing, but they're truly priceless.
Brittany blogged about how she heard some girls bad talking about one of their "friends" or so, and they backstabbed hardcore, I really don't think that things like that should be tolerated. To me, Homelink is a safehouse and you'll be accepted there no matter what, there's always someone there to talk to and be by your side. Some people proved me wrong, but I don't care that much.
There are a few people I want to give shout outs to: Brandi, Nichole, Brittany, and Staci. I love you girls, and you're beautiful.
Here's a token of gratitude: a very pretty British boy, and if you don't like him, I can't do anything. PRETTY BOYS DON'T JUST GROW ON TREES.
(Patrick Wolf)
"Sometimes I get emotional over fonts." -Kanye West
Monday, October 10, 2011
Beauty at Starbucks
The other day when I was at my favorite Starbucks, drinking my usual passion tea, a young, long-legged, red headed woman came in. Her short, red hair admired her pale skin and her perfect jaw line. As she walked to the cashier to order, her hair bounced as she walked in her black high heels, her black skirt swayed back and forth ending at her knees. Her pale pink lips curled when she handed the barista her card, her pale skin exposed under her loose white, polka dot lace blouse. She waited for her latte to be made and I kept making my quick glances at her standing there. The sun was behind her which made her hair a fiery red in the light. She took her drink and left the cafe, leaving me bewildered about her beauty.
--Wow. That was a quick ten minutes. Peace out, girlscouts! Ya'll are beautiful! And I'm waiting patiently for the next idea to come to me so I can blog about it~
--Wow. That was a quick ten minutes. Peace out, girlscouts! Ya'll are beautiful! And I'm waiting patiently for the next idea to come to me so I can blog about it~
(this is me waiting)
Monday, October 3, 2011
PS Don't Blink
I'm not really an emotional writer. I write upon false emotions and nothing else. Sometimes it may not work and I won't like it, but sometimes it works like a charm. Most of the time when I read blogs, people write about how they went fishing with someone, or they had a bad day and they're cussin' and all that. I see no point, I write for the art of it, not for the rant. Stuff like that belongs on twitter. Ferrealsies, yo.
Some other things I'd like to share,
Mr. Coffee is the most amazing thing ever in my life. I can now have warm, hazelnut coffee with oreos whenever I want.
Chamomile tea tastes better without sugar or anything in it.
I seriously want to go to the magic house or have a photoshoot there.
Kurt and Blaine forever, kiddos.
Since I have really nothing else to blog about at the moment, I'll blog later when something else happens!
Yours,
Mariah Eli
PS. Don't Blink.
Some other things I'd like to share,
Mr. Coffee is the most amazing thing ever in my life. I can now have warm, hazelnut coffee with oreos whenever I want.
Chamomile tea tastes better without sugar or anything in it.
I seriously want to go to the magic house or have a photoshoot there.
Kurt and Blaine forever, kiddos.
Since I have really nothing else to blog about at the moment, I'll blog later when something else happens!
Yours,
Mariah Eli
PS. Don't Blink.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Worry warts? I don't think so.
Hello there once again.
So, today is the most dreaded day of the week. Monday. Monday is usually the day where I cram all of the other homework I didn't do Friday, or any of the other days that I had a chance to do it. Currently at a community college surrounded by assorted people, kind of like a box of chocolates. People working their heart out and studying, some people acting like they're working their heart out and studying, and the few that are working on their blog(me) or just on facebook liking that one random guy that they think is cute's status.
This blog is filled with procrastination and I tell you, along with tumblr, it will be the death of me. BUT I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS BLOG AND TUMBLR.
My Antonia! My Antonia! Where art thou? My bohemian child, tell the wanderers what I have spoken of, the great land of Jefferson County!
Currently reading "My Antonia" for school, finishing up the project that I will hopefully have done by tonight, and then watch Glee or The Big Bang Theory. In all honesty, I'm probably not really like my mother who studies day and night, can't sleep because she's thinking about her school all the time, and studies anywhere and everywhere, at home, in the car, even at the movies. She studies way too much, and issorry, but she's a worry wart. She worries about everything, while I sit back and tell her to calm down and everything will be okay. It will really be okay after a while. Get over the hump and even though you might fall, get back up.
So, today is the most dreaded day of the week. Monday. Monday is usually the day where I cram all of the other homework I didn't do Friday, or any of the other days that I had a chance to do it. Currently at a community college surrounded by assorted people, kind of like a box of chocolates. People working their heart out and studying, some people acting like they're working their heart out and studying, and the few that are working on their blog(me) or just on facebook liking that one random guy that they think is cute's status.
This blog is filled with procrastination and I tell you, along with tumblr, it will be the death of me. BUT I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS BLOG AND TUMBLR.
My Antonia! My Antonia! Where art thou? My bohemian child, tell the wanderers what I have spoken of, the great land of Jefferson County!
Currently reading "My Antonia" for school, finishing up the project that I will hopefully have done by tonight, and then watch Glee or The Big Bang Theory. In all honesty, I'm probably not really like my mother who studies day and night, can't sleep because she's thinking about her school all the time, and studies anywhere and everywhere, at home, in the car, even at the movies. She studies way too much, and is
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Write about Writing Much?
While listening to my favorite artist, Rufus Wainwright, and starting on the beginning of my new blog, thinking about how different this is from tumblr, I still have time to think about what other bloggers have gone on through this same process of the beginnings of a new blog. On tumblr, you can write, post pictures, post GIFS, audio, whatever you'd like to post, but on here, it's kind of different. No GIFS, yes, you can post pictures, but there isn't any "reblogging" or "like", "following", et cetera.
On blogspot.com, it's post a picture or two and write your itty bitty heart out.
So, here I am, writing my itty bitty heart out.
I write a mix of everything, and almost everything I've ever "written" is typed on this laptop that I'm typing on right now. Scripts, regular screen plays, poems, diary entries, short stories, fanfiction. Even though it's not really writing, photography should be counted as writing since a picture is worth a thousand words and they make you feel emotions just like when you write a poem about how the cool breeze breathes against your skin in a field with grass up to your knees. A painting, how simple, the movement of a brush specifies how the painter kissed the canvas with the brush, dripping with paint. Passion, envy, love, something just so delicate to touch has been transported from what they think, what they see, onto that canvas, and what that writer wrote, is now transported onto that piece of fine parchment.
When I write, that's my goal; to transport what I see to the person reading. They could have their own show in their mind, control the setting. What the writer has for them is just an outline which only gives the reader an idea since they can not see what the author can.
"The way her long, blonde hair dance down her back, her blue and white summer dress. The way the musics upbeat sound pulsed through the room made her lips curl into a smile. Her green eyes peeked out from under her long lashes to gaze at the sight in front of her..."
Even though some people may not be decent writers, or some people may be fantastic at it, writing is writing. It's different if you actually give it a shot. :)
Love letters and early mornings,
Mariah Eli
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