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.

Some Pictures

I know I haven't been updating as much as I should, and will attempt to do better. I actually am in the middle of writing several different posts. Hopefully those will be posted soon. In the mean time, here are some pictures from our trip out west a couple of months ago. I considered having a couple long picture posts of the trip, but then thought that could be a tad overwhelming. Instead I'll share the pictures a few at a time.

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.

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.

The Many Expressions of Lilly

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

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.