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. :)

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?

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?

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.

(Patrick Wolf)

"Sometimes I get emotional over fonts." -Kanye West

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~

(this is me waiting)

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.