Flame tagged me. Six random things about myself. w00t.
1. I jammed my finger on the fifth attempt to catch it. I'd caught it all four previous times. I'm now on a type of "bedrest" from violin and all musical instruments besides the radio.
2. Boone's weather has suddenly gotten colder and blustery-er and I've suddenly gotten more cheerful.
3. I keep spacing out, and I really don't have any reason to.
4. The eyelashes on my right eye are shorter/more stunted in growth then the eyelashes on my left eye because of a habit I've had since I was a baby.
5. I hate writers block.
6. I wish this number was seven. I like the number seven better then six.
I only have four people who read this blog...and they've all been tagged before. Sooo, I tag anyone who decides to read this blog. :)
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Musings #2
Recently, my fall break decided to spring itself upon me. Or rather, fall upon me. Spring break springs upon me. My bad. There was a moment there where I was unsure if it would be a good fall break, but like all breaks, this one was rather nice. Having two little adoring sisters at home helps.
I spent a lot of time driving here and there and everywhere. I spent a teensy bit of time with just about everyone. Except for Grace, that is. Grace I spent the most time with, simply because we were in the car for six hours together, at least. I'm shocked she didn't comment more on my driving. You shouldn't either.
Over fall break, I tried vainly to pick up New Moon, by Stephanie Meyer, for those of you who are constantly stuck in the closet. It's not the first time I've read it. In fact, it's the third. I own all four books, and can pick them up at leisure. I had just finished Twilight for the third time and decided that picking up New Moon (because that's the next book) wouldn't be a bad thing. I read maybe two chapters. All of them during the depressing part of the book. Now, you're going to think that I'm a little crazy, but I, and I think every girl that has had a relationship that didn't work (doesn't have to be with a boyfriend), can relate to Bella during this book. The feelings of inadequacy. Knowing that maybe if you'd been more interesting or beautiful or something maybe it would have worked. Stephanie Meyer makes the ending beautiful, telling the readers that Edward telling Bella that he didn't want her was "the blackest kind of hypocrisy." I love it.
Needless to say, I've been getting increasingly excited over Twilight, the books and the movie. My only hope is that the movie actually does it justice. I've read a lot of interviews where the actors say that they think the movie does do it justice, but I almost doubt that. Eh, call me a sceptic.
Look at that, I've managed to tangent. I didn't think this post was going to be about twilight, or that it wasn't going to be all about fall break. huh. Well, make the best of it. If you will, I will. Good think I waited till the last sentence to think up a title for this post.
I spent a lot of time driving here and there and everywhere. I spent a teensy bit of time with just about everyone. Except for Grace, that is. Grace I spent the most time with, simply because we were in the car for six hours together, at least. I'm shocked she didn't comment more on my driving. You shouldn't either.
Over fall break, I tried vainly to pick up New Moon, by Stephanie Meyer, for those of you who are constantly stuck in the closet. It's not the first time I've read it. In fact, it's the third. I own all four books, and can pick them up at leisure. I had just finished Twilight for the third time and decided that picking up New Moon (because that's the next book) wouldn't be a bad thing. I read maybe two chapters. All of them during the depressing part of the book. Now, you're going to think that I'm a little crazy, but I, and I think every girl that has had a relationship that didn't work (doesn't have to be with a boyfriend), can relate to Bella during this book. The feelings of inadequacy. Knowing that maybe if you'd been more interesting or beautiful or something maybe it would have worked. Stephanie Meyer makes the ending beautiful, telling the readers that Edward telling Bella that he didn't want her was "the blackest kind of hypocrisy." I love it.
Needless to say, I've been getting increasingly excited over Twilight, the books and the movie. My only hope is that the movie actually does it justice. I've read a lot of interviews where the actors say that they think the movie does do it justice, but I almost doubt that. Eh, call me a sceptic.
Look at that, I've managed to tangent. I didn't think this post was going to be about twilight, or that it wasn't going to be all about fall break. huh. Well, make the best of it. If you will, I will. Good think I waited till the last sentence to think up a title for this post.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Intrusion
Yesterday my world imploded on me. Or rather just my emotions. You could also call it a massive failure in bottling. It's probably wrong of me to look at an implosion of emotion as intrusive, but I do, and I hate crying for that reason. Sure, I'm all for the lovey-dovey emotions of romance, but when it comes to sorrow and crying, I can't stand it. Maybe because one is sad, the other is happy. You tell me. All I know is that the friends who came along side me in prayer yesterday and offered hugs were not intrusive in the very least! It was exactly the thing I needed. This makes me come away saying "I love my friends". :)
Thank God for people he places in your life, because you don't know how long any of you is going to be around. These people are precious because you have time with them. That's not something we often think about. Shame on us.
Thank God for people he places in your life, because you don't know how long any of you is going to be around. These people are precious because you have time with them. That's not something we often think about. Shame on us.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
First Musing
Is there anything I can say here? I've been giving the urge to write, but I really don't know what I'd say. Yes, I know how to blog. Yes, I've blogged before. This is merely my first time blogging here. I have trouble thinking. Lots of trouble deciding if my words need to be written down. Then I remember that if I don't write my words down, some day I will forget them. I don't want to forget, though it might be easier. Who knows. You tell me.
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