Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Me
http://www.personalitypage.com/ISFP.html If anyone else wants to take the Myers-Briggs personality test it would make me immensely happy. I find other people's personalities to be fascinating. I've made several of my family members take the test already, and so far none of us have scored the same personality type.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Complete Randomness
Wow. It has been a ridiculously long time since I've posted anything. The reason being that I'm now in college, and a funny little fact about college is that it takes up a lot of your time. Not that I'm complaining or anything, better to be busy than bored out of your skull, but that fact has the potential to be slightly annoying. So, I guess the question is what do I have to say to the world in this post. To be honest, I'm not really sure. I suppose I could just tell y'all what I've been up to. Yeah, that sounds good, think I'll do that.
1- Spending lots of time on the computer working on really boring stuff. Like trainings for my computer class, and writing chapter summaries for my history class. Nothing that exciting to say there.
2-Having the hiccups more often than any normal human being should. Seriously, I get them about four times a day. I do keep count.
3-Turned eighteen. I keep kind of forgetting about that for some reason. Of all the things to forget about, my eighteenth birthday seems like it should be the least likely. My mind is a strange thing.
4-Volunteered at this years free event at the museum, and found out that kids are a tad bit on the hefty side these days. There was a mechanical bull, and I spent some time working in that area. Some kids couldn't get up on the bull, so I was supposed to help them. For some of those poor children, it was no easy feat.
Now that you've all been updated on the riveting details of my life, I'll leave you lovely people with an awesome song to watch if you so choose. Because it's my blog, and if I want to share an awesome song, I can.
1- Spending lots of time on the computer working on really boring stuff. Like trainings for my computer class, and writing chapter summaries for my history class. Nothing that exciting to say there.
2-Having the hiccups more often than any normal human being should. Seriously, I get them about four times a day. I do keep count.
3-Turned eighteen. I keep kind of forgetting about that for some reason. Of all the things to forget about, my eighteenth birthday seems like it should be the least likely. My mind is a strange thing.
4-Volunteered at this years free event at the museum, and found out that kids are a tad bit on the hefty side these days. There was a mechanical bull, and I spent some time working in that area. Some kids couldn't get up on the bull, so I was supposed to help them. For some of those poor children, it was no easy feat.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Flashback of My Week
Last week at this time I was dreading the next day. One of the biggest days of my life...starting college. Worst case scenarios were racing through my head: not being able to find my classes, tripping and falling, etc. Everything went fine though, and all my worry was for naught. I found my classes with no problem, and haven't tripped and fallen, looking like a turtle on its back (yet). Here are some of the weeks highlights.
1-Made my first college friend. Her first reaction when I sat next to her and said 'hi' was "You're going to talk to me!? That's awesome. No one seems to talk to each other here." I appreciated that someone else besides me noticed this fact.
2- Music is my favorite class. We watch a lot of music videos. And the teacher is cool. She still has enthusiasm and thinks she is going to instill the love of music into every one of her students. Something that none of my other teachers have.
3-Most people spend the time between and before classes texting and playing games on their phones. It drives me crazy. There is another human being sitting or walking next to you, can you acknowledge my existence? Be willing to say hi and talk to me? Be social? If you're lucky enough to sit or walk next to me, I will be friendly and ask how your day is going. The least you can do is smile or say 'good'. If you're really awesome you can continue the conversation. It will make me super happy, so maybe you can count it as your good deed of the day.
4-One day a dude was walking around campus backwards. So I went and talked to him. Because if you ever see someone doing something random like walking around school backwards, you should go say 'hi' to them. They're most likely an interesting person. In my case it was true. He wanted to see people's reactions. And maybe get some extra-credit.
So yeah, pretty much sums up my exciting week. I hope life is going beautifully for anyone who reads this, and remember to acknowledge other members of the human race. Because people are generally cool.
1-Made my first college friend. Her first reaction when I sat next to her and said 'hi' was "You're going to talk to me!? That's awesome. No one seems to talk to each other here." I appreciated that someone else besides me noticed this fact.
2- Music is my favorite class. We watch a lot of music videos. And the teacher is cool. She still has enthusiasm and thinks she is going to instill the love of music into every one of her students. Something that none of my other teachers have.
3-Most people spend the time between and before classes texting and playing games on their phones. It drives me crazy. There is another human being sitting or walking next to you, can you acknowledge my existence? Be willing to say hi and talk to me? Be social? If you're lucky enough to sit or walk next to me, I will be friendly and ask how your day is going. The least you can do is smile or say 'good'. If you're really awesome you can continue the conversation. It will make me super happy, so maybe you can count it as your good deed of the day.
4-One day a dude was walking around campus backwards. So I went and talked to him. Because if you ever see someone doing something random like walking around school backwards, you should go say 'hi' to them. They're most likely an interesting person. In my case it was true. He wanted to see people's reactions. And maybe get some extra-credit.
So yeah, pretty much sums up my exciting week. I hope life is going beautifully for anyone who reads this, and remember to acknowledge other members of the human race. Because people are generally cool.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Requested Post
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Future Wedding Song
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Graduation Adventure
A picture post is long overdue, and I have a lot of catching up to do. I'll take a break from Arizona pictures. These pictures are from my graduation adventure in Charlotte with Laura. We always said that when I graduated we'd go on a trip to Ireland. Well, we greatly overestimated the amount of wealth we'd have at this time in our lives. Instead we went on an adventure that was more within our budget.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
The Thing About Life
This is one of my favorite songs ever. I really like Vanessa Carltons style of music. Especially in her latest cd, (which this song was on.) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQ0FlbeIFwE
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Who Would Have Guessed That Chicken Is So Horrible
I once went to church with a man who despised chicken. Not all meat, just chicken.Can't quite recall why, all I remember is that it was a passionate dislike. For him, KFC was repulsion in a cardboard tub.
It was apparently his mission to convert others to his way of thinking, as he loved to go on long rants about how terrible it is to eat chicken. I know about these rants from first-hand experience. Mom and I became the recipients of one when we failed to notice that all the church members became mysteriously occupied the minute chicken was mentioned.
Before I knew it, I found myself looking at pamphlets telling me all about the horrors of fowled meat. About thirty minutes passed before we were able to extract ourselves from the conversation. But we did gain some knowledge from it.Such as why chicken was never served at church events. Ever. Hey, at least he was passionate about something, albeit odd.
It was apparently his mission to convert others to his way of thinking, as he loved to go on long rants about how terrible it is to eat chicken. I know about these rants from first-hand experience. Mom and I became the recipients of one when we failed to notice that all the church members became mysteriously occupied the minute chicken was mentioned.
Before I knew it, I found myself looking at pamphlets telling me all about the horrors of fowled meat. About thirty minutes passed before we were able to extract ourselves from the conversation. But we did gain some knowledge from it.Such as why chicken was never served at church events. Ever. Hey, at least he was passionate about something, albeit odd.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Some Pictures
Sunday, June 10, 2012
What Lovely Eyes You Have
I'm not big on giving compliments. Just isn't really my thing, mainly because I'm bad at it. I'm always concerned it's going to come across as weird or creepy, so I avoid complimenting unless I'm in a super good mood or situation where it would be appropriate to comment on how wonderful a person's talent/outfit/face is. Thus, I'm sure my lack of experience makes my compliments seem odd at times. "I like your shirt" is usually what I end up going with. Anyway, this http://www.thatssotrue.com/view/story/98854 made me think of myself.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
A Big Step
Even though it didn't feel like it, yesterday was a monumental day. I graduated from high school. Since it was a rather crazy day, the fact that I just graduated didn't really sink in until tonight. I was outside swinging, looking at the field sprinkled with specks of light (fireflies), when I really began to think about it. It's an odd thought. But an exciting one. I can't wait to see what is in store for me next in this journey of life. I really hope it's something amazing, but I also need to prepare myself for disappointment. Either way, I'm ready to face it. Not that I get much choice.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xDf-_8KvGM This song kind of sums up my feelings for the future. Not to mention the video has a Singing in the Rain reference.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
The Inspiration
This song is what inspired the below post. The first time I heard it I was fourteen. How can the past seem so distant yet close at the same time?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pb-K2tXWK4w&ob=av2n
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pb-K2tXWK4w&ob=av2n
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
The Ripe Old Age of Fifteen
When I was fifteen I had my whole life figured out. My plans had been made, and I was sure nothing would go wrong with them. I was pretty certain I knew who I was as a person. I couldn't see how I would change in any way. Sometimes though, it seemed like I would never go on a date or have a boyfriend. At times, I thought when that happened I would always be happy and confident. I wanted so bad to be wanted. When I was fifteen, I couldn't wait to graduate. I wanted to leave. I wanted adventure. I wanted to be 'free'.
Now I'm seventeen. I'm getting ready to graduate, and that fact often terrifies me. My longing for adventure has greatly diminished. I've become a homebody. To say I've changed since fifteen could be an understatement. But I'm very happy with who I am. I have gone on those magical dates (often more awkward then magical), and they are now often occurrences in my life. However, I laugh at my mistaken view of what having a boyfriend would be like. Yes, it is wonderful, but that doesn't mean life is perfect. I still stress out, have mood swings, and bad days. They all add up to some interesting conversations with him at times.
Fifteen was a rough year, but one I'm thankful for. To all the girls who are going through that, I can assure you it will get better. There is a high chance it'll get worse before better, but it will happen. Just remember: the art of laughing at yourself is a great one, it's ok to become angry and upset sometimes, you're a wonderful, beautiful person, and there is a God who cares deeply for you. And don't forget to thank Him for the life you have right now, because it's all going to change at some point.
Now I'm seventeen. I'm getting ready to graduate, and that fact often terrifies me. My longing for adventure has greatly diminished. I've become a homebody. To say I've changed since fifteen could be an understatement. But I'm very happy with who I am. I have gone on those magical dates (often more awkward then magical), and they are now often occurrences in my life. However, I laugh at my mistaken view of what having a boyfriend would be like. Yes, it is wonderful, but that doesn't mean life is perfect. I still stress out, have mood swings, and bad days. They all add up to some interesting conversations with him at times.
Fifteen was a rough year, but one I'm thankful for. To all the girls who are going through that, I can assure you it will get better. There is a high chance it'll get worse before better, but it will happen. Just remember: the art of laughing at yourself is a great one, it's ok to become angry and upset sometimes, you're a wonderful, beautiful person, and there is a God who cares deeply for you. And don't forget to thank Him for the life you have right now, because it's all going to change at some point.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Confessions of a High School Senior
Why did I decide to write this post? Well, I thought of it, and needed to update my blog. Seemed like a good reason to me.
1- I feel no guilt or sadness in defrosting and feeding the owl baby chickens on a weekly basis.
2- My sister and I have rocked out to a Justin Bieber song in the middle of a restaurant. It was at that point we decided we had been spending too much time with middle schoolers. I know some of you are thinking, "It's possible to rock out to Justin Bieber?" Indeed it is my friend, indeed it is.
3- I'm a wimp when it comes to thunder storms.
4- I can be a tad ditzy sometimes.
5- When I was twelve I rode a kid roller-coaster and was scared. Mom refuses to let me live it down.
6- I have seen almost all of the Disney channel movies, and usually enjoyed them. They happened to normally come on at the same time Grandma went to bed.
7- I sometimes dress like a total hippie. I do fit in at the organic market place though.
8- For some reason I hate loading music on my mp3 player. Laura does it for me.
9- There is a fairy calender hanging on my bedroom wall.
10- I think clip-in colorful hair extensions can be really pretty.
1- I feel no guilt or sadness in defrosting and feeding the owl baby chickens on a weekly basis.
2- My sister and I have rocked out to a Justin Bieber song in the middle of a restaurant. It was at that point we decided we had been spending too much time with middle schoolers. I know some of you are thinking, "It's possible to rock out to Justin Bieber?" Indeed it is my friend, indeed it is.
3- I'm a wimp when it comes to thunder storms.
4- I can be a tad ditzy sometimes.
5- When I was twelve I rode a kid roller-coaster and was scared. Mom refuses to let me live it down.
6- I have seen almost all of the Disney channel movies, and usually enjoyed them. They happened to normally come on at the same time Grandma went to bed.
7- I sometimes dress like a total hippie. I do fit in at the organic market place though.
8- For some reason I hate loading music on my mp3 player. Laura does it for me.
9- There is a fairy calender hanging on my bedroom wall.
10- I think clip-in colorful hair extensions can be really pretty.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Old Pictures
When I was seven. Otherwise known as my toothless age. 
One of my shining years in the cuteness department
Me and GrandpaSince I'm a high school senior this year, I get to have to whole pages dedicated to myself. Two pages advertising what an adorable child I was and what an awesome person I am now. Pretty cool, huh? Just one of the perks of being homeschooled and a member of a homeschool group. Anyways, here is a few of the pictures I put in the book.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Random Childhood Memory
Nothing brings me back to the fourth grade like one of those barrel kool-aid drinks. You know, those bright blue, red, purple drinks that stain horribly, are a pain to open without spilling, and are really kind of gross? Yeah, those. They're also cheap, which is why my favorite Sunday School teachers in the world bought them every single week to serve to their class of rambunctious nine and ten year olds. It was in that cramped, noisy room that I met one of the most interesting people of my childhood.
That girl had a lot to say, and I was usually the one she said it to. Every week I sat silently with wide eyes to a torrent of elaborate stories, full of amazement. Being very gullible, it took me a while to realize she was a perpetual liar, and very little that she said was true.
I can't remember most of what she told me, but the story of her dead grandfather hasn't left me yet. One Sunday morning she came in and plopped down in the chair next to me as usual. Before I could say a word she started telling me all about how she's getting used to hearing her grandfather's ghost walking around her house. She explained to me that the reason his ghost sticks around is because they keep his body in their living room. I promptly about fell out of my chair shock after hearing this bit of information. I envisioned a living room with a casket stuck in a corner, or maybe used as a side table. I could hear guests being asked to use coasters so their glasses wouldn't mess up the caskets finish. (Do they even finish caskets?)
Like I said I was gullible. I finally got the opportunity to ask where exactly in the living room did they keep his body. The answer was on their mantle. In an urn. I had temporarily forgotten about cremation, and felt somewhat relieved in remembering. I have no clue if her family really did keep his ashes on their mantle, all I know is that it makes for a somewhat humorous memory.
That girl had a lot to say, and I was usually the one she said it to. Every week I sat silently with wide eyes to a torrent of elaborate stories, full of amazement. Being very gullible, it took me a while to realize she was a perpetual liar, and very little that she said was true.
I can't remember most of what she told me, but the story of her dead grandfather hasn't left me yet. One Sunday morning she came in and plopped down in the chair next to me as usual. Before I could say a word she started telling me all about how she's getting used to hearing her grandfather's ghost walking around her house. She explained to me that the reason his ghost sticks around is because they keep his body in their living room. I promptly about fell out of my chair shock after hearing this bit of information. I envisioned a living room with a casket stuck in a corner, or maybe used as a side table. I could hear guests being asked to use coasters so their glasses wouldn't mess up the caskets finish. (Do they even finish caskets?)
Like I said I was gullible. I finally got the opportunity to ask where exactly in the living room did they keep his body. The answer was on their mantle. In an urn. I had temporarily forgotten about cremation, and felt somewhat relieved in remembering. I have no clue if her family really did keep his ashes on their mantle, all I know is that it makes for a somewhat humorous memory.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Grieving
I actually wrote this in a notebook a while back, and wasn't sure if I wanted to post it. Obviously, I decided to.
I hits you when you least expect it. Before you can brace yourself a wave filled with past moments, happy and sad, crashes over you. Suddenly the void in your life becomes so pronounced that for a few moments it totally engulfs you. The only thought in your mind is, "I miss my grandma." But just as quickly you place the cover back on the void and move forward. You'll get used to it eventually. You have to, because Grandma is not coming back.
I hits you when you least expect it. Before you can brace yourself a wave filled with past moments, happy and sad, crashes over you. Suddenly the void in your life becomes so pronounced that for a few moments it totally engulfs you. The only thought in your mind is, "I miss my grandma." But just as quickly you place the cover back on the void and move forward. You'll get used to it eventually. You have to, because Grandma is not coming back.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Lilly the Duck
Before working at a local museum I did not realize it was possible for a duck to possess a stinkeye that rivals my own. It was there that I met Lilly. This snow white fowl is the terror of many other volunteers, and strives to make our lives as difficult as possible.
The first time I took care of the animals by myself I determined that I was not going to let a duck scare me. I mean it's a duck! How vicious can she be? I pulled on my fake confidence and began cleaning her pen. As a talked sweetly to her I hoped that the noises she was making back were happy. Unfortunately, the somewhat threatening tone and the way she was glaring made me fairly certain that they weren't. She intensely watched my every move, eagerly awaiting the moment my hand came into biting range and she could lunge for attack.
I spent as much time as possible cleaning the litter in the pen, dreading the next step. Changing the water in her tub. The only way to clean and refill her 'pond' is to empty it with a bucket, and then replace the water with a hose. Of course Lilly has to be removed before any of that can happen. Knowing that she was not going to be happy with me picking her up, (and somewhat fearful of what damage she might inflict), I instead gave cheerful hints concerning her waddling out of her pen. They all went like this, "Now Miss Lilly, don't you want to walk around the room some? I have a ramp set up for you, and all you have to do if walk a few feet." Miss Lilly did not want to walk around the room; at least not without making a fuss before hand.
Seeing that the bird was not going to move, I took a deep breath and grabbed her. The extent of her quacking and struggling was more appropriate for if she were headed to the dinner table than for a daily ritual. With her removed and possessing a few less feathers, and me feeling rather proud I provided her with a clean water.
Fortunately I'm beginning to gain knowledge of Lilly's ways, and am getting better at dodging her nips. Maybe someday we'll even get along. But I wouldn't count on it.
The first time I took care of the animals by myself I determined that I was not going to let a duck scare me. I mean it's a duck! How vicious can she be? I pulled on my fake confidence and began cleaning her pen. As a talked sweetly to her I hoped that the noises she was making back were happy. Unfortunately, the somewhat threatening tone and the way she was glaring made me fairly certain that they weren't. She intensely watched my every move, eagerly awaiting the moment my hand came into biting range and she could lunge for attack.
I spent as much time as possible cleaning the litter in the pen, dreading the next step. Changing the water in her tub. The only way to clean and refill her 'pond' is to empty it with a bucket, and then replace the water with a hose. Of course Lilly has to be removed before any of that can happen. Knowing that she was not going to be happy with me picking her up, (and somewhat fearful of what damage she might inflict), I instead gave cheerful hints concerning her waddling out of her pen. They all went like this, "Now Miss Lilly, don't you want to walk around the room some? I have a ramp set up for you, and all you have to do if walk a few feet." Miss Lilly did not want to walk around the room; at least not without making a fuss before hand.
Seeing that the bird was not going to move, I took a deep breath and grabbed her. The extent of her quacking and struggling was more appropriate for if she were headed to the dinner table than for a daily ritual. With her removed and possessing a few less feathers, and me feeling rather proud I provided her with a clean water.
Fortunately I'm beginning to gain knowledge of Lilly's ways, and am getting better at dodging her nips. Maybe someday we'll even get along. But I wouldn't count on it.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
The Clouds Are Breaking
The weather yesterday was perfectly dreary. I was greeted by fog and a coating of grey clouds in the morning, and the greyness continued to persist throughout the day. However, as the day begin to end, the clouds started to break. Wind separated them so that bits of blue sky and rays of sun peeped out. In some places the setting sun transformed the clouds a gorgeous shade of pink and covered the land below with a golden glow.
That change of weather is very much like the change that is occurring in my family's life. We've made it through the difficult, rainy time, and now the clouds are beginning to blow away. It hasn't quite sorted itself out, but it's getting there. This is still a beautiful time of life though, and I need to remember to appreciate every moment of it.
That change of weather is very much like the change that is occurring in my family's life. We've made it through the difficult, rainy time, and now the clouds are beginning to blow away. It hasn't quite sorted itself out, but it's getting there. This is still a beautiful time of life though, and I need to remember to appreciate every moment of it.
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