start of: Christmas with the Snuggies(and other random musings/rants)

Title pretty much says it all. Pretty much my whole family is sick and it's only about five days until Christmas! Oh hey... I need to wrap presents tonight. I hope they all like the presents I got them. Sadly, I have only four and none for my 'person'. He didn't really put much on his list and I have a feeling his wife wrote it for him. I haven't a clue what to get for anyone else but maybe mom can take me out shopping soon.

Christmas break started today when School let out... with out me. As I said earlier, my whole fam is down under the weather. I stayed home like a good little sick child. But I didn't wish all my teachers Merry Christmas! This could be worse than failing Spanish!(gasp) I pretty much expected that I would fail Spanish two, anyone who gets a foreign language like it's nothing is a freak of nature. Just sayn'. It's not really an insult... but come on! How many people do you know who got above a low B or high C? I know of only one... I think... I don't really know what my aunt got in Spanish but she took like three or four years of it.

Do you know what really just bugs me? What gets under my skin when I surf the web on my free time? Text talk from people who have full keyboards that are not in a hurry, really, and are not charged by the character! Seriously people! I'm not gonna go around randomly pointing at people and shouting, 'Die, O enemy of grammar!', but still. You do know that your parents can read your Facebook page right? Heck, even some people your own age don't speak txt! Oh man... I just had to ask my mom how to spell 'text' in "text talk"! WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO!!!??? Anyway, as you can probably tell, I'm a txt illiterate.Be mindful, young ones, there are those who are old at heart and do not text in txt. You have been warned.

Anyway... For my follower, please pray for us this holiday season. Noise was throwing up from the fever he had for about four days and I still don't know if he's over that illness. Dad's got fever and mom has a cough while I may or may not have a minor fever. I don't really feel feverish but I am coughing my lungs out and blowing my brains out so hey... prayer would still be a great thing.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
MAYBE I'LL POST FOR YOU AGAIN SOON!( as in before school starts back)

Lil Bit out ;)

Friday: in the life

Well, because I don't want to write and turn in Spanish work in this class, I'm gonna tell you how it's been with me this week. Well, Monday, it was a normal, run of the mill kinda day, tuesday I got the study guide for English and then wednesday I remembered I had a ton of flash cards to make. So I stayed up until about 11:30 that night feverishly working on them, and the english study guide, and I had Spanish work pileing up. Not a happy camper was I. I was working on these things until the teacher who wanted them said put them away. He was meriful, thank the lord, and gave us a one day only extension on those two hundred cards. Today, I'm gonna turn them in along with the math bellringers that he wanted as well. Ah, the life of a highschooler.

Yesterday, mom brought home Dad's old Toshiba laptop for me to use. i'm so happy to be able to cuddle in my bed with my computer and my kitty on a cold winter's day. I played on it until 10:00 last night.

on another note, I need to slow down and listen for God's word in my life. I'm running and I'm screaming, and i'm trying to live, but things just continue to spiral out of control. Why do we always think we can do it all on our own when it is only by God's grace that we can even live? Oh lord, save us, help us, and show us your love.

Lil Bit

Thanksgiving

Well... to start, I went to Grammy's house that week. I went Wednesday and made zucchini bread while mom cooked other stuff and Aunt Cri prepared the pies. After mom left, after we watched Rio from redbox, Aunt Jen came over. She brought a lemon cranberry cake shaped like trees. It was kinda funny when Cri asked Jen(her twin who's actually taller than her) why she bought it when we had lots of sugary treats already. Both me and Aunt Jen said "It looked pretty" at the same time. then we watched X-Men first class, which was a bit disappointing with how they sequenced the events and such, but great visually and story wise... mostly. Thursday, I woke up on the couch, where I had chosen to sleep since all the beds were taken, and then helped(sorta) with the last minute preparations. We; Cri, Jen, and I, had a blast decorating the tables. I almost wish I had a pic to show you, it was such a pretty sight. Then Friday we who had stayed at Grammy's house had cake for breakfast, then hung up Christmas decorations. Before we had really started, Aunt Jen had to go back to Uncle M, but she made an ivy garland for Grammy's rafters before she left. I made another and the third was used to make a huge wreath for the chimney. The Chinese couple that my Grandmother has taken under her wing came and helped us finish off the zucchini bread, which was awesome by the way, as well as put the ornaments on the tree. It was fun to see them smiling and dong something new. Grammy's tree might possibly be the best part of her decorations for the love and joy it holds. The names of my family, even those no longer among us, hang on those branches and smiles and laughter have been captured by the hand-made home-made ornaments that grace the fake boughs. Standing five foot something and shining brightly with multicolored lights and holding aloft a graceful angle, the Christmas tree is a source of mysterious warmth and quiet joy. Let nothing tarnish this vision of the Christmas tree, this vision of remeberance of all the the Lord has given us, for this is how I wish to see that symbol of the season.

Enough of my rambling I think. Hope that all who read to the very end have a very merry Christmas this year.

Lil Bit

a rant and another kerplah

Well, it's been quite some time since I posted. Things are going good, everything has settled since homecoming and Halloween are both over. Me and J.T have broken down and started telling people that yes, we are together. I still have a like bit of a hitch when I cal him my boyfriend and we don't kiss or hold hands everywhere, but since we're in the same class, we tend to sit together and talk when the teacher isn't teaching. Auto electronics is getting to the point where I might have a bit of difficulty and Biology has started using microscopes to make observations and the teacher doesn't like my poor sketching skills. I had mostly As on my report card but Spanish was a D. If anyone in my family could make a better grade in that class the way it's going I''m gonna be quite put out with them... except for Aunt Cri. She took three years of Spanish.

Also, black people play a different kind of game with you. I'm not really racist, but come on! At least two people like to play this twisted kind of mind game with you. It really rubs me the wrong way. Something has to snap and I don't want it to be in front of my classmates. That would be bad. Bad for me, bad for the teachers, bad for them.

Well, I guess that's it, except that I have a minor cold and don't want to be around people anymore and it's a Wednesday when I have to go to church at five. Oh life is hard sometimes, isn't it?

Later!
Lil Bit

Kerplah

Yeah, the title says it all. My week has been a whirlwind of activity even if I only have four classes a day. People talk, teachers yell to be heard, and I can barely hear myself think some times! Today I wore knee high, wedge heel, black leather boots and a close fitting shirt with a black leather jacket. Al the girls, who enjoy making complements and such, said I looked good. Since I don't wear make up much but chose to wear it today, I got even more of a reaction. It would have been fun, if they hadn't assigned me a boyfriend. They were all saying, or possibly thinking, that the guy 'changed' me. Hello! The only reason I couldn't wear this jacket or these boots earlier was because it was late summer and still to warm. I like to dress up sometimes! Just because I didn't do it earlier doesn't mean I'm doing it for a guy! Why can't you people understand that?! Ok, I'm better now. But honestly, why do people say you 'go with' someone just because the two of you talk and get along well? Why do they always think girls dress up for a guy when maybe they're just dressed up because they felt like it? Sure I actually dressed up to make a point and because I said I would, but that still means I didn't do it for a guy. GGGGGAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGG! Why dose it always come down to a guy and why am I getting so fired up? THIS IS IRRITATING! TO THE EXTREME! * pant pant* Ok, calming down now. In good news, I have a one hundred in history! Yippe! I am very happy about that.

Mom is scary when she gets mad. I was pulling up emails in my Spanish online course, and Noise was playing with his grow-in-water octopus. Noise got some water on the floor and mom was taking away the thing when more water spilled on the desk. Put that mess together with not eating much for the past fourteen days and you get a crabby mama. All in all, not a pleasant thing to experience.

Also, I have been trying get my stories to where they might be sent, but my mind (and muse) is about a co-operative as a cat on catnip. So, if you want what I have, ask and you shall receive(if I have your email), but don't expect it anytime soon.

Well, there's my update.
Later!
Lil Bit

Accomplishment! It is awesome

Ok, so, summary of what happened since my last post on the ninth. Wow... a lot of stuff and not much to tell. Fridays have found their rhythm, football is in full swing, History notes are a pain, English is good; my myth got put on the board and I've gotten mostly As and Bs on my quizzes and tests, and I still don't know exactly what we're doing in some of my classes. Biology has calmed down, though last period is always kinda crazy.

Been accused of being raciest and set the record straight. Why don't blacks who call whites raciest who haven't really acted raciest realize that they are raciest? Bias cuts two ways people, just like lies and gossip. *sigh* still have no good story ideas and most of my other stories are suffering from mental burn out, meaning I can't always progress in those either. It's sad.

I picked up and vacuumed my room today and that's a nice feeling. Now if I could just get my computer set up in there I could enjoy a clean room, a good story, a glass of water, and my cat. Mom's planning on getting me a lap top and giving Noise my E-machine. Only six years old and he wants his own computer to play on the Internet with. What is our world coming to huh? Any way, that's my update.

Adious amigos,
Lil Bit

A lot of Nothing to Say

Ok, first off, to my dear follower who requested I send her stories, I'm typing and watching videos and doping school... in reverse order. If you have any requests I welcome them. Please give me ideas to work with my muse has run away in the face of public school.

Second, school is going well and is better than I thought it would be. All my classes are going well and Fridays are beginning to level out. I look forward to weekends when I can sleep until noon if I so wish and walk around in my pajamas and read a book with me cat. However, tomorrow, Saturday, I have invited two of my classmates over for the afternoon. Mom was a little flustered when I told her I had invited them over so suddenly. Guess I need to work on my planning skills a bit more. But hey, ya live and learn.

God is good, God is Great, God gives us all of what we need to live through life. He gives us patience, he gives us courage, he gives us self control, and he helps us to not blow up in people's faces. Thank you Jesus for giving us a chance to come to the Father and thank you Lord God for keeping us in line.

Later,
Lil Bit

Family Saturday

I stayed in bed until 9:00 today! WOOT! It felt good. I snatching an hour to work on a story and then Dad's probably going to come back from wherever he went to get some work done and we're gonna sit around and play a game or just plain talk. Then Sunday is the usual rush rush rush before we go home and chill. Since it's labor day weekend, we may have lunch at Grammy's and I don't have school on Monday. The principal likes it when we are sad about not going to school, but I like it. Who doesn't? Anyway, I'm going to go off and write a bit more on my nutcracker rewrite. It's not really the nut cracker but it's similar. I guess it's actually more of a spin off.

Lil Bit

Monday... the third

Well, as you might have guessed, this is the third week of school for me and Noise. It went smooth, with no hitches. In Shop we looked at an old truck that didn't run anymore and checked the oil and the air pressure in the tires. We even had a guy drive his car into our 'class room'(the actual shop part of shop class). And today was(or so it felt) hurricane day. We talked about hurricane Katrina in first block and hurricane Irene in third. Adv. Bio. gave us a crossword for microscope pieces and a quiz for how to safely use a compound microscope. To be honest, fourth block Monday Wednesday and all day Tuesday Thursday are the only weekdays, or hours, that I like now. Shop may get more interesting, but right now, it's confusing to me. Anyway, a brief outline of how my day went has been completed and I must finish the last three problems of my math homework due tomorrow as well as the Bio. stuff. Later!

Lil Bit

WEEK END!!!

I'M FREE FOR TWO WHOLE DAYS!!! YEAH!!!!!!!!!! Ok I'm better now.

Ok, I rarely ever say I hate something, but Fridays at my high school qualify for that extremely small hate list. Why? Hahahahaha, I'll tell you why. One third of the time I'm lost physically, second third of the time I'm lost mentally, and the other third I'm either frustrated, bored, or flat out mad. I don't get mad easy, but Friday always gets under my skin. That and the way my classmates act at the last half hour or so of fourth block. It just feels like I'm going insane!

Aside for the general craziness of Fridays, I feel a sort of release. I have my own time now and I know exactly where I need to be at any given time and what I will be doing at those places. You may not think that this would be a big deal... but look at what I said about Fridays at my school. You put yourself in that position and tell me if you don't treasure and feel excited when you know what to do and where to do it.This is way high school students act wild on the weekends... because they can. We feel confined by our school(amazingly) and when we are released for the weekend, we are giddy with relief at being able to know exactly what is going on. Well, that's my point of view anyway.

More later,
Lil Bit

Friday the Second... Joy

OK, first off... IT"S THE WEEKEND!!!! I CAN SEE THE END!!! Ok I'm good now. Sorta. I think the best way for you to understand this is if I give you a paraphrased, brief version of my thought process during the week.

Monday: oh my alarm clocks annoying. *sigh* I gota get dressed.
Brain washing anyone? Man am I sleepy! oh, off to life connections. What is the point? what are we doing in here? Yeah, there's the buzzer/bell! Ah, auto electronics... I'm cold. On the bus back to my high school. on to Management Principles. I'm trying to understand, but I'm still confused as to the overall point of the lesson. Advanced Biology! Finally! Something I know what we're talking about! Back home... hurrah!

Tuesday: I don't want to get up... but I have to.
those songs sound terrible in this room. English... reading... my favorite... for now. Spanish... Or not. Darn, how do I get to my work and what are we doing? US History... boring, but slightly interesting. Nice teacher, bad material for grabbing attention from teenagers. Algebra two with trig! fun... not always.

Wednesday and Thursday, repeats of Monday and Tuesday respectively.

Friday: It's the week end! I don't want to get out of bed, oh well.
More brainwashing. WHERE THE HECK AM I SPOPUSE TO BE!!!???
(8 periods)

School -- the First Day

Well, first off... I'm alive! YEA! Morning assembly lasted about an hour and a half and it was not so good. Then I went to the first homeroom for tenth grade. I wasn't on her list. So, I go to the other homeroom. He tells me I need to be at the other homeroom. So I go to the other home room. Two periods later, by my reckoning  we went to Principles of Management class. Halfway through, we go to lunch. The lunches there are free, so I got a barbecue sandwich for lunch. Then we went to Advanced Biology. That's gonna be fun, but I think I need a seat close to the front so I know what the teacher is saying. Tomorrow I have Spanish 2, US history, Honors English, and Algebra 2... and the algebra teacher is my homeroom teacher. It's gonna be interesting this first week.

God helped me pull through and I really feel he smoothed the way a bit. I thank him that I got through today without too much of a hitch and pray for a good day tomorrow.

Lil Bit

Life... ah! How you Torment Me!

Yeah yeah yeah... not such a good premise. But ya know... there are just 'those' kinds of days. Those days where the world is crashing down on you and you have so much to do and not enough time to get it all done and everyone wants the best from you and your mind is in overdrive and you kinda break down and you can't do a thing. Yeah... 'those' kinds of days. Well... that's not 'quite' how today was. See, I got registered with my local high school today. Locked in. In the system. No getting out. And I'm going into tenth grade so I'll have a TON of STUFF to do and not enough time to do it and everyone will be breathing down my neck. I'm not nervous, no... ok maybe a little. But can you blame me? REALLY?! (Breath in)(Breath out) Ok, and also, I have bible study on Wednesday, meeting with teachers on Thursday(Mom and Dad have band practice at the same time), late B-day party on Friday, babysitting on Saturday, church on Sunday, and the first day of school on Monday. Good golly, is there any day where I'm not doing things this week? No... there is not. I shall be savoring my Saturdays from here on in. I think I'm going to ask to get paid for any babysitting I do over the weekend. Mommy better watch out... the monster of the green room is going to exact payment from you for waking her up and making her work.(insert your favorite evil laugh) I'm ok, honest. I wasn't nervous until Mom got me singed up for good. I think I can hear the lock clicking into place as I type. Life... you are to cruel...

(Hey! I'm a sixteen year old girl, what did you expect?)
Lil Bit

home, school, and a pool party

I finally got home Monday, but then... I got caught up in math and a sleepover where I stayed up til about seven and then I was tired the next day(Friday) and I couldn't get anything done(or so it felt) and I really didn't feel like there was any need to post. Oh blah. I'm editing one of my more normal stories. I had written most of it in a binder but as I enter it into the computer I edit it.And now dad is messing with my spine. Oh! HELP!!!he does it for the squeaks... I'm sure of it. Anyway... that's the pattern. Today we're going to a pool party that is actually a sequala for my parent's... hobby really. Ahhh... nothing more to say... later!

Lil Bit

Games, Cola, and cold Pizza

Yeah, I know. The title of this post sounds like the dream weekend of the American teenager.  Well... this has been something of a dream weekend for this American teen. Came up Sunday night to my aunt's house and watched tv, ate good food(yes, pizza counts as good food for me) watched Harry Potter 7.2 with Aunt Jen and Grammy C then bashed the purple glowy lights out of some trolls with Uncle M, Aunt Jen, and occasionally Grammy C. Yes, this is when the games come in. Aunt Jen and Uncle M have an E-box and a PS 3, so we've been playing a gauntlet game and simply beating the purple(the bad guys let out a flash when you hit them, if they're still alive.) out off people. It can get pretty awesome. And if you're wondering, I like video games with plenty of hack and bash in it. However, no matter how violent I am in the game, I don't really like hurting people, though I might put you in a story and have you run over. Ah! The possibilities of the fictional world! I can do whatever I want and people in the real world never feel the same effect. Anyway, So, after going to Stone Mountain(ok, so I'm in Atlanta), Aunt Jen and I went to the store and got Doritos, sun chips(french onion), cherry coke zero, lime diet coke(which I'm drinking, pretty good actually) and orange Fanta, also diet. Oh! and a can of original pringals. I haven't gotten into the pringals because if I did, they wouldn't last a day. No joke. Anyway, Wednesday, Jen and C took me to the mall of Georgia. It was, in a single word, AWESOME! A geeks prides, TWO OF THEM, in pretty much one place. Game, movie, and midevle replicas, gizmos, beautiful dresses, an Imax theater, a merry go round, food court, book stores, and normal shops like JC Penny and Dillard's right next to shops like Coach. Whole stores we've never seen. The place is three stories tall! I've only ever been to a signal story mall! After the mall, we went to a restaurant called The Flying Machine. The shrimp Alfredo was awesome and that day they had a karaoke singer there. It was a nice, yet casual, place. I ate about half my entree, it was a big dish! So, Thursday and Friday were mostly goofing off days, but I had to do math. Yuck. Today I did a lesson and a quiz, so I just need to do another three Monday and I'll be on course, sort of. Today I read some in a newer book and am currently trying to ignore how my grandmother is playing dark alliance two with a high level character at the beginning and still managing to need leading by the hand. Ok, she's a grandmother and she can be kinda cool sometimes, but STILL! Sorry, when it comes to games, sometimes I get critical. For dinner last night, we had pizza hut and for breakfast, I had a bowl of sun chips, a few left over gummy worms, and a cold piece of pizza with an orange soda. Nice huh?  Anyway, staying til Monday I think, could be wrong, but it doesn't seem like we're leaving tonight. So, there's a kinda soratice look at my week. Add to that the fact that Noise( my little brother) isn't here, it's been bliss.

I guess it's pretty bad that I can't see a way to compare God as he is to our lives with this, but I just don't see much in there. Perhaps the Mall of Georgia is something. You could spend a whole day walking around and looking, and still not see it all nor experience all of it's wonders. You walk in and it takes your breath away. God is simalar. You walk into his presance and it steals your breath. You walk in his way with eyes wide, trying to take it all in but it takes a life time a a half to see all his wonders. And even if you get wearyed and wish to leave, there is still more waiting for you.

How was that? Good?  I hope so. To those who read my rambling thoughts and my flights of fancy, I hope you enjoy at least a few and possably learn something of our glorious creator and his love for us. And so another post comes to a close I I shall go away to watch as my Aunt Jen and Grammy C beat up some bats, wolves and goblins. ANdf let's not forget those nasty spiders. No matter where they are, I don't like them, even if their dead.
Lil Bit

The adventure of Mr. Eyebrow: by Lil Bit and others

First, if the others are reading, I didn't give you guys names because this is the internet. Also, I am taking poetic license and editing the story. It is not the original work, but i think it's good... well... sorta. On to the story!

"Once, there was a lone eyebrow. He had no eye over which top rest, and he lived in the forest. It was a mythical forest, where all mythical and legendary creatures came from. This eyebrow felt that something was missing from his life, so he went out to find what it was that was missing. After many days and many nights, Mr. Eyebrow reached a village, where no one has eyebrows. A little boy stopped him and asked, "What kind of creature are you?" the eyebrow looked at the boy, managing to put a bemused, slightly irritated look onto his furry features.
"I, little one, am an eyebrow." the boy was intrigued by this 'eyebrow', and he took it to the biologist. the biologist had never seen anything like it, so he took samples from the eyebrow. He studied the eyebrow for a long time, but the eyebrow didn't want to be studied. So, taking the little boy with him, he traveled to another town. After traveling for a long time, and enduring much wining, Mr. Eyebrow and the little boy arrived at the home of a dermatologist. The dermatologist thought to himself, 'maybe I can make a good night cream out of this thing's hair. So, for several days, the eyebrow allowed himself to be a test subject. But, this was not what Mr. Eyebrow needed. So, he left. They were soon joined by an eyebrow-less unicorn and Phoenix. It was many, many weeks before they found an Alchemist. the alchemist wanted to make a potion out of the eyebrow's hairs. It wasn't long before sweat fell into the man's eye, and a snookie popped out. Snookie didn't want to go in the closet where the alchemist kept the snookies, so she went with the group as they left. Many weeks later, they were at a town filled with Cyclopes. Remembering the alchemist and his snookies, the Eyebrow jumped onto the face of one of the towns folk, and there he stuck, right above the eye. And he didn't leave for many years, but his second journy is another story for another time."

Hope you liked it, random, crazy, and writen as a challeng from the pool during summer camp. But there you have it.
Lil Bit

Camps, Cars, and Birthdays

So, 23rd I got back from my summer camp. It was fun: hot, tiring, and a lot of being around other people, but fun. first day, got to the church, got my camp shirt, schedule, and told who my team and my host home was. then we went to the host homes, dropped off our stuff, most got changed into a swim suit and cloths that they wouldn't mind getting wet and nasty. then we went back to the church. everyone but the athletically challenged people, like me, played volleyball. then we had a kind of meet and greet and went over camp rules. after that, we had lunch and went back to the host homes for about an hour. Since my host home had a pool, me and two other girls hopped into the pool and chilled. we even made up a story. For those who want to, I'll write it down at the end, what I can remember. It will not be the same, but there you have it. Then, we went to the church, had dinner, service, and then played slip and slid baseball. It is a simple enough game, you have four big, slick, plastic tarps and cover them with baby oil and water. Add plastic kiddy pools at the ends and a slick home plate, and you've got the field for slip and slide baseball. Oh, and you had to be tied together with another person. I tried, but got out before reaching first base, plus I took my glasses off so I could barely see. We went back, then swam some more, talk stuff over, then took a shower and went to bed. Second day, got out of bed about 7:20 and got dressed in work clothes. by 8:00 ish we were back at the church and having breakfast. then we went to a girl from church's house and worked in the yard... and the sun... and the heat. But we survived! One of the guys cooked frozen hamburgers and hotdogs on the grill and we had that for lunch, then we worked some more. some where around 2 or 2:30 we went back to the church and had a meeting sort of thing. then we went back to the houses and chilled for a bit before taking showers and putting on make up(it was an all girl group, the guys all stayed at the church). after service, we went back to the houses and went to bed. 6:20 and I rolled out of bed. We went to the church and had breakfast then piled, literally, into two vans and a mini van. Before we got in, we took a group picture, then we drove down to the church sing, where we took another picture or two, then we shuffled the seats around a bit and set out for six flags. Two hours or so later, we were hiking to the ride known as acrophobia. Only a few didn't get on, I was one of those who chose to keep their feet firmly on the ground. Then our group rode the goliath, the "tree swing", and everyone in our group of five but the football player(big, tall, black guy.) went on the mind bender. CC didn't get on because of the loops, he was afraid of falling out. Then we had lunch. Monster mansion was up next, but we had lost(figuratively) a member of our group. two of us wanted to ride the daredevil dive, but the long line saved them from the horror. we also went on thunder river and two went on the ninja, All in all, a day of rides, and screaming. I also got an ice cream(YUM!) since one of the girls wanted to do something for my birthday before I left for my Aunt's house, which is where I am now. Then we went home.

Next up, a mini rant on car trips. i don't like to be in the middle when riding in a van. It's not fun. People singing on car trips... pray that they sing well, other wise you will hit the ground running when you get to your destination. Also, have a book, an ipod, or something to keep you occupied because when there are a lot of people and everyone is talking to somebody else, it gets loud. My rant is done.

Birthdays. I've had sixteen, but this one has been good. One of the few where I have been away from home for. It's kinda sad to not have mom and Noise telling me happy birthday to my face, but my phone has been buzzing most of the day as people wish me a happy birthday on face book, so it's good. I'll post the story later,
Lil Bit

School, Home, and Camp

Well, it's been a bit difficult to motivate myself to do some left over school work and today we're taking Noise to get his shots. If it turns out like mom hopes, I'll get my shots too. Belach. Anyway, it's been quite for awhile here so there's been nothing to post, and on Thursday I leave for camp. I'm planning on heading to Atlanta to visit my aunt on Monday and will most likely be there the whole week. They have computers and internet so I won't be cut off, but there you have it. Camp will last three days and NO POSTS WILL BE MADE. I'll tell all about it when I get home;). And after I mess around for a bit, it's off to the girl cave to finish at the very least two lessons of math. Arug, I hate myself some times. And I want to burn my math at the same time. Why must I be tormented like this over a simple math course? I think I may re-read my 'Why High School students go Mad' rant-in-essay-form that I wrote after writing my Spanish paper. Ah Spanish, how glad be I that you plague me no more. Ok, enough of that, I really am rambling now. Time to do something else.

Lil Bit.

P.S: my family has the link, but I don't think they're followers. So far I only have one. But I'm not complaining... honest!

Service and guacamole

Ok, so, quick summery of todays service: The enemy will stop you from taking a turn. Like an Oxen yoked to the plow and blinded to what lays to either side, so also will you be forced to only go in one direction. God can help you, enable you, to break free of the yoke that is in place, just ask, and be ready to turn. Don't be afraid of the turn.


Because of this, I think what I'm doing, breaking free of the routine I've set up and visiting my family, is a great thing. Just like dad had to go on a motorbike ride from California all the way be to Alabama, I need to get away from my house, my stuff, and be with my family. I need the change from home school life where everything is flexible and there are so many comforts that distract you to public school. It is going to be a challenge, but I need it. This is MY turn. This is what I have to do to make it to the next level. That is what I feel. What is your turn? Where will you find your next level? Is it out on the open road or is it in a new school? Where is the turn, the alteration you need to make?


Wait! What about the guacamole? Well... me and my family went out with some friends(of my parents) to a Mexican restaurant. And if you know my family, Noise cannot be in a reasterant next to another kid(or kid like person) or else he'll go bonkers. Yes, I believe that bonkers is a real word and it means crazy. Anyway, so I put up with Aiden being crazy until I finished my meal. Then I stood it for a few more minutes. Finaly, I took him away from the table. I was going to walk him around outside, but he stopped at the bench just inside the door. So, at first it was just Noise, but then the other child came over, and then our drummer came over. That set the little ones off again. So, I told them a story. Halfway through the first story, they all calmed down. I told two others and promised the little girl I would tell her the tangled story the next time we meet. It was fun, after I got them to sit still long enough to here it.


So, there is my Sunday. It's kinda like that every week. And if you think you'd love to switch, just think about what you would miss, and what you would have to put up with.
Lil Bit

Dancing in the Rain

So, we go to the mall and look at Noise clothes. Now, 15 dollars for a good pair of Leiv's is acceptable in teen or adult size, but 23 dollars for 6 year old clothes? That's a bit much. We got Noise one pair of pants for 15 dollars and a shirt at Sears and then went to Payless for my shoes. Grammy was most gracious and took Noise to look at the kiddy rides while I looked for my size. I tried on two cute pairs of shoes I wouldn't wear very often.(There, I used the right spelling! Woot!) Then I tried on some converse look a-likes, a pair of pink Champion sneakers, a pair of blue Champions and a pair of gray ones. I ended up getting the white, gray, and pink(very little) Sneakers. It was awesome that I found my size, style, and price(they were only $30) all in about ten minutes or so. Thank the Lord! Plus, I didn't get mad until Noise started to make an annoying scrap type noise while we were at the store waiting for Dad to get some stuff for dinner. All in all, a good day.

God looks out for those who love Him. I asked him to give me patience as we went out and he gave me what I needed until we got back home. Now if he would send some rain out where the crops are failing, I think it was the south west. Anyway, thank you Lord for giving me patience with my family as we walked in the Mall and thank you for getting us home safe, even in the heavy rain.

Random thought, the things in life can seem like a heavy rain, washing away everything, even your good attitude. You get discouraged and it feels like the gray, cold, rain has gotten inside you. God can bring you out of the rain, dry you off, and show you the sun once more. And when the sun is too hot, the air to dry, he can bring the rain to refresh your soul. What an amazing God we have.

Day three of shopping

Wow, three days of shopping with my grandmother in a row. Yesterday I got three pairs of pants, that fit, at Ross. And now, we go on the hunt for shoes. How will I survive in a shoe store with Noise? And Grammy? I love them, I really do, but shoe stores don't always have what you're looking for in your size or price range. When you can't find stuff after an hour and you're walking around with a noisy little 6 year old, I, at least, get a bit prickly. Oh dear Lord please give me patience with my dear family.

I'll let any who care about what I'm doing know how it all went when we get back.
Lil Bit
P.S: I know I have awful spelling so if I use the wrong spelling of a word, please use the auto edit feature installed in your brain. Thank you

Style and How you Ware it

So, I got a new hat yesterday at Wal*Mart, a gray fedora with a purple lining on the brim. Mom says it looks like something one of our music leaders would ware. This in and of it's self does not mean that it's cool or cheesy. On some it's cool and on others it's not. It all depends on your sense of style, but on top of that, is how you ware your clothes. Some just put on a hat and smile for the camera, then ware it back home with the same kinda attitude. Some choose a hat and then ware it like it's a precious jewel. That's a kind of out there example, but I think it gets the point across.

And aside from hats or clothes, what is your style? To my point of view, my family has a 'God Style'. I suppose everyone could have his kind of style, but some treat it as worthless and thus it is ruined. If you have a beautiful dress(or, for guys, a nice suit), but you ware it like jeans and a tee shirt, no one will see the true beauty of it.

Shopping on Wednesday and a few thoughts on Bible Study

Shopping is a natural activity, who would really write about it? Well, add a grandmother(your own) who admits to being annoying when tired(we love her dearly even with that) and an eye appointment where they flash lights in your eyes and it's sum is, cranky teenager. I love my whole family, and new glasses will be wonderful(they pretty!), but it just gets... arugh, ya know? So anyway, we place the order for my glasses and then go looking for school supplies for my first grader brother(let us call him Noise), and trying to find a clear or mesh backpack in Wal*Mart was a flop. But we get him a bunch of stuff(a bag full, minus some socks) and then we went and both (me and Grammy)get some socks. Then I think to myself, we're in Wal*Mart, let's go see if we can find me some shoes that don't rub my feet like my other ones. So we go over there, but all the women's shoes are either black or white. So that get's me on edge. Then we go looking for pants. Now, I'm about 5'5" and have hips. Get it so the legs are right and the waist is WAY too big. Get the top part fitting right and the legs are super long on ya(or, rather, me). So that got me a bit more prickly. It wasn't to long after that that we left the store. And, so you know and don't think we had a falling out or anything, we love each other even when the claws come out.

So that was the shopping part. Here's the Bible study part, which was a few hours after the shopping and the glasses(estimated time of arrival, 26th of July). And before you continue, I am a Christian and proud of it. After Pastor JS(my youth pastor) talked about some fun stuff, we read Exodus 3:2-4 about the burning bush in the dessert with Moses. And JS said that sometimes, he felt a bit like the bush. We should stay on fire for God and not burn out. As a general overview of the service:
 live your worship and show God how much he means to you. Don't let the things in your life drag you down and take away your passion and your drive because then things can get really bad.

So, yeah. General overlook of the major parts of my day. I hope that any readers enjoy these insights into this everyday life of mine. And if you don't like it, there is a simple solution. Don't read it.
Lil Bit

Cats, Bags, and Doors

I cleaned my room today. Now, to most, this is not a huge deal. However, if one is a teenager in high school... one's room tends to be a mess. What does this have to do with cats, bags and doors? Well, whilst cleaning my room, I decided to pack for camp(next weekend), so I went and got one of the spare duffle bags. On my way to my room, I stopped and dropped the bag before going to look over my mom's shoulder. While I was over on the other side of the table, my cat, Princess(yes, I know, generic name for a cat), climbed in my bag. At first she was cautious, just her head and front legs, but went she went all the way in, I zipped it part of the way closed(I like cats), and watched her. When she didn't get out, I picked up the bag and carried it the last few feet into my room. "How did you like that?" I asked. she looked up, then around, then settled back down. "Hum." I said, before starting my packing. After I shoved a shirt and a pair of jeans down in there with her, Princess came out. But, the cat got the last word, so to speak. She settled down in my pants drawer after a bit.

But what about the doors, you ask? Well, after showing mom how neat I had made my room(not super, but much improved) she giggled at the cat(still in my jeans drawer) and after I said that getting the suitcase(which I use when leaving the house) that looks huge in my tiny room out helped, mom made this comment: "Better a small room with a door that shuts than a big room shared, no?" I understood exactly what she meant. It was nice having a small room all to myself with a door I could close than to have a big room with a younger brother in it. I love my brother, but he's ten years younger than me and a bigger mess than me(which is saying something).

But now, I'm thinking more about doors. That simple word, door, can mean so many things. 'A door to my heart', 'a door to adventure', doors will open in your life', 'don't you slam your door at me!', and others. Some are figurative, some are literal, but we should always seek open doors, and not shut our's on the things we care about.

Starting

Well, this is a new experience. I made this blog so I could tell my friends and family about stuff, like how I'm doing in public school. In my opinion, the title says it all, this is really just me thinking over things and putting it out there for people to see. I hope this isn't a bad idea, but I did it anyway so... let us hope for the best.
Lil Bit