There Are So Many Things!

Okay, so, there are SO many things I want to talk about! There really is.
I figured I'd give you a list of things I plan on talking about in the future, which probably means in the next, I dunno, five years.

For starters I'll be talking about what I think modesty truly is.
Then, on No College vs. College.
Then, a bunch of photography ON MY NEW CAMERA. [More about this if you scroll down. *points down*]
Then, Homeschooling Vs. Public School War.

So, about my Holidays so far!
Two words: THEY ROCKED. Yes, I have gotten sick with Strep, but I'm pretty much over that now and as you might already know...I GOT MY DREAM CAMERA FOR CHRISTMAS! It's a Canon EOS Rebel XS. Wanna a picture? Of course you do!

Isn't it beautiful? It's sitting beside me. I've been holding it in my lap, even when I can't take pictures with it and such. I think I'm in LOVE. Yes, in love with a Camera. Okay, sounds like I'm making this thing my idol...but it's SO PRETTY! [God, you are too. God's so WONDERFUL AND AMAZING!] I have a feeling that didn't make up for anything. Anyway, I am totally in love with my new camera. I even got a book called Understanding Exposure to go along with it. Exciting, right?

I also got wicked sweet necklaces from my dad [pics. soon]! He got them while driving to CA. from an Indian lady. :D

I got iTunes gift card for $15 from my friends older sister who ROCKS, wicked awesome socks [I know, I'm the only kid who gets excited over SOCKS for Christmas], any desert of my choice from my mom, a B&N/Starbucks safari from my mom [saving that for when we have the money. xD], very pretty earrings [which I meant to wear today], Queen Ann's [that I have been craving] and I think that's all but I feel like I'm forgetting something... I'll tell you if I remember it!

So, all-in-all, it was wonderful and still is. :]
I hope yours was too!

And I'm celebrating New Years with friends for once! YESSS!

So, Happy New Years for me, Lia! :D

Mary's Song

So, my friend Hannah pointed out something about Mary. Mary, even though she was in a pretty crazy situation, praised and THANKED God for all he's done! After the shock and surprise of being given the task/gift of having baby Jesus in her womb she thanks God for all the good he has done in her life.

Here is her song [Mary's Song, found in Luke.]:

⁴⁶ And Mary said:    “My soul glorifies the Lord
 ⁴⁷ and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,
⁴⁸ for he has been mindful
   of the humble state of his servant.
From now on all generations will call me blessed,
 ⁴⁹ for the Mighty One has done great things for me—
   holy is his name.
⁵⁰ His mercy extends to those who fear him,
   from generation to generation.
⁵¹ He has performed mighty deeds with his arm;
   he has scattered those who are proud in their inmost thoughts.
⁵² He has brought down rulers from their thrones
   but has lifted up the humble.
⁵³ He has filled the hungry with good things
   but has sent the rich away empty.
⁵⁴ He has helped his servant Israel,
   remembering to be merciful
⁵⁵ to Abraham and his descendants forever,
   just as he promised our ancestors.”

If I was Mary here is what I KNOW I would say: "God...wait...what? How could you? How could you do this to me? You know I'm about to be married! What will people think? My word, how could you? And you know I don't even LIKE kids, why are you giving ME the Savior to the world? THIS IS TOO MUCH TO TAKE!" *faints*

Yeah, I guess that's why it was Mary and not me...xD

Anyway, this just reminds me that we tend to, in bad times, blame God for every bad thing in our life and we get angry and mad at him, then we ignore all the GOOD he's put into our life! We only focus on the bad and ugly, not the blessing we've received...like him, our Savior. The very gift of life is amazing enough. The fact that the world stays glued together is...just...amazing. I don't know how else to describe it other than...amazing, because it is! God gave us love and that should be enough. I know, I know, of course, as humans, we won't find it to be enough but at least, at times, we can bask in
his love and know and appreciate that it is enough.

I love your Lord for everything you've done. :]

God Bless!
Lia

Scariest Phone Call of My Life? I think so.

I know, dramatic, right? Well, it's true. I've never been more afraid of a phone call than the one I made today.
Why?
It was about a job! Yes, I have job opportunity! [And this time with animals, which I actually like.] I got the answering machine, which I was happy with, and am expecting a phone call sometime soon. I actually had to leave two messages because in the first one I forgot to give her my number. *blush* More info about this LATER.

Anyway, cookie making party today! Yes, I'm actually having a 'party'. No, not really. [I'm full of contradictions!] I have a few friends that I haven't seen much lately who my mother, before I knew, although I heartily agreed, invited over for a cookie making party! It's going to be greaaat! ;]

ALSO...I can't remember. What was I going to say? SNAP. I hate it when I can't remember...

Oh yeah! What did YOU ask for, for Christmas? I was a bad little girl and asked for a big, big, big thing. Not in size, but price. I asked for an expensive camera. Will I get it? *shrugs* I don't know. Sadly, I have no presents under the tree yet that I can shake. >.> [Haha, no. I hate it when people shake their presents.]

I'm also going to be wearing striped shirts allll the way till Christmas, just because I can! [And I have enough striped shirts to last me a week...] So, I challenge YOU to wear something all the way till Christmas. I mean, like polka dots or red or pink, I don't care. In the words of Nike: Just do it.

Oh! I remember what I was going to tell you! YESSS! Okay, guess what.[I looked it up and I'm still not sure...do you put a question mark at the end of a 'guess what' or not?] I got ALL A's in school. Can you believe that? And my awesome teacher sent out COPIES so I don't have to worry about sloppy transcript deals. :] So, I think I did best, I THINK, in Econ. I'll have to go look at that again, but it's surprising to see that. I thought Lit. would be my strong point, but it isn't/wasn't. It was my second best I think. The Science, then, surprisingly, my Shakespeare. Bunch of surprise this year...let's keep it that way!

So, Merry Christmas Eve, Eve!!! I can't wait! I feel like a little kid again, which I don't mind, at all.

Insanely Yours,
LIA

Randomness, Merry Christmas and all that...

Well that blog title didn't sound too cheery...but I am! :D

MERRY CHIRSTMAS EVE, EVE, EVE!
[I've been saying that since this past Saturday so it's been Merry Christmas Eve, Eve, Eve, Eve, Eve, Eve, Eve before.]

So, I don't know what to post about. I'm toootaaallly lost on THAT one. I'm letting my random, and quite scary, mind do all the work here...like it doesn't all the time but, yeah, you know what? I'm just going to stop there before I get too lost. 

On to the next random, insane, candy cane filled paragraph! 
Here is a random thing I made on Gimp. I was bored and felt like doing something. This is what came out of it...

Nevermind, stupid thing won't let it upload.
DARN YE CWAPPY THING. 

Okay, now I'll give you an old photography picture that you've probably seen before. Enjoy. 



From the beach...
Can you tell I'm missing summer? Yeah, well, I am.














I like, I guess.


Okay, well, I'm going!!! BYE!

MERRY CHRISTMAS.

Worst post, ever, right?

LIA

Another Day into the furture...

Another day has come and gone,

pausing only to wave me along. 

Is it really the end of the day,

or is this a trick in me head?

Is it already a new day,

or am I still dreaming?

Life is passing me by,

too quickly for my liking.

I have no way of stopping it,

it's moving quicker than lightning.

Oh, if I could only press 'pause',

and soak it up for a while...

Excuse the lame poem thing but...has another day really come and gone? I was thinking about it in the car and I began to wonder what I'll be like next year at this time? 

Will I have my drivers licenses? What will I be doing in school? Will I have all the same pets? Will I even be here?

Freaky, not knowing. I'm such a nosy person---I have to know everything. Oh well, I guess in time, I'll know. 

It's kind of cool to know, in a strange way, that we are living the future, you know? There are no other days but the one we're living in now. No one knows about tomorrow, unless time travel has been invented...

*shrugs* 

Life is full of questions. I guess I'll have to learn to live with them, which is torture for a nosy girl like me. I swear, I'll make a great spy because I'm wayyy too nosy. I spy on everyone. I listen in on other conversations unconsciously.

If you've talked about me...I most likely know it. xD Hahaha! 

Well, toodles,

Lia

P.S

I'm trying to change some design things with my blog but the page for it isn't loading. >.> It's totally trying to annoy or something like that. It's annoying...am I the only one with this problem?

I'm Talking About Love, Love, Love...

Here it is; my post on Love. Enjoy. :]


Love is the trickiest thing for people, especially for the younger, to understand, but when understood, if possible, it is a revelation filled with wonder and awe. So, I, Lia, have figured out Love for the most part. I should say, sadly, that I only have a small understanding of Love.  

Before I begin I will give you the terms I will be using a lot:
Eros Love, Agape Love, and Phileo Love.

We're a Love obsessed world. There is no denying the fact that we all long, crave and want Love and there is a reason why.

1 Corinthians 13 says: 

 ¹ If I speak in the tongues^[a] of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. ² If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. ³ If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast,^[b] but do not have love, I gain nothing.
 ⁴ Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. ⁵ It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. ⁶ Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. ⁷ It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
 ⁸ Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. ⁹ For we know in part and we prophesy in part, ¹⁰ but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. ¹¹ When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. ¹² For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
 ¹³ And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

Love is everything. That established and understood let's move on to the one person who has all the Love we need; Christ. Christ holds what we all crave for in his hands and he offers it to every single one of us. We see it and understand it through the Bible when Jesus preforms miracles and God sends his one and only son to become our sin.

But do we take it? No. We, as I have said before, never even notice true Agape Love, which can only come from the King; God. Agape Love is never ending love, only received from our God. We all want Agape Love. If you haven't noticed the media and modern-day world is in a constant search for it...when it's right in front of their eyes. God is Agape Love, the one love we all want.

So, what happens when we can't seem to locate Agape Love? We settle for Eros-like Love. Eros Love is a romantic love, which, if you're currently in love with someone, you feel. With Agape Love out of sight we began to make our own Agape Love, hungry for that never failing love, and ready for it too. Agape love becomes distorted. We begin to believe that Eros love is Agape Love because we can experience Eros love with all our senses. If we love someone with Eros Love we can most likely hear them, see them, and touch them. The only way to get Agape Love is through Christ but, sadly, we can't see Christ or touch him, but we can hear him at times, then again, rarely anyone notices when Christ is talking to us. [We like to ignore God, don't we? Haha!]

Eros Love has become our fake Agape Love, but it's not fulfilling our needs, which is upsetting. We then proclaim, "There's no such thing as love!". We might yell this from the mountains but deep down we all still believe in Love because, well, there is Love on this planet. As was said in 1 Cor. 13, if we don't have Love then we are nothing. Love is in everyday life.

Love is in me when I dance because I love dance. Love is in a father when he spends time with his child because he loves his child. Love is in a person when they feed their pet in the morning because they love their pet.

Now, that might seem like stretching it but, if you get what I'm saying, you see that Love is 'the very fiber of the earth'. [Excuse the cliche...]Even if it's not a strong, Christ-like Love, it's a type of Love that we use in everyday life. Love is everything and God is Love. God is a God of Love!

But we don't see that. Even us Christians forget that God is Love therefore we seek Love in many different places. From Eros-type Love to the love of money. If you think about it Love is our greatest gift but also our greatest down fall. The Love of sin is what tears us apart but the Love of God is what brings us to salvation.

And it's the want of Love that leads us to search for it, which, if we find the correct Love, can be life changing. Finding the correct Love is finding Christ. But imagine this; someone offers you everything, everything, but you reject it for something tiny, minuscule--like a gum wrapper.

Pretty sad that we turn our back on our Creator for something so tasteless in the long run, right? I think that makes us pretty pathetic but God, now God, he seems to understand and still loves us anyway. It makes me feel terrible to know that but happy at the same time.

And, do you want to know how discovering Agape Love can make Eros Love better? It's easy. If we focus our sights on God, who is Agape Love, then we can channel the Love we get from God into our Eros Love. Like in marriage! A Marriage is suppose to be focused on God, right? There is a obvious reason for this! If a married couple is focused on the Love of God then they'll have perfect examples of how to Love each other. As 1 Corinthians said, ' Love is patient, Love is kind, ect...' So we have instructions on what Love is and we have God's Love, therefore Loving others should be easier than it is, but, of course, as humans, we end up making it harder than need be.

Ultimately everything is made up of Love and God is Love, therefore, logically, God is everything. If we were in a Southern Baptist Church right now I'd raise my hand and say, "Can I get an amen?"

:]

I believe that's all I had at the moment about Love. I mean, there's SO much more but right now that's all I got. So, enjoy, my friends! And I hope it makes sense and you like it. If you wish to share you're thoughts about it feel free to do so! I want your feedback! And if you wish to share with anyone feel free to do that also. Just make sure, this sounds so self-centered, that it was Lia who wrote it. Haha!

With much Phileo Love,
Lia!

Random Story Clips I Found

Random Story #1: 

"Really?"

"Some people you just want to slap, slap, slap. It would be so, so easy. Just walk up, raise your arm and CA-PAM, and then walk away."

Banging around.

"I'm not the only one, right?"

More banging.

"I'm not the only one, who at the moment, wants to slap some since into someone? I'm no, am I? Good."

The conversation ended when the door flew open and I toppled out into Skyler's hallway. He stopped, mid-swing , to look down at me, sprawled out on the floor. Blushing I pushed myself back up and brushed off my pants. 

"Even if I'm not right it doesn't mean you're always right too." I stated. Skyler lowered the hammer and arched one of his dark eyebrows. I could have sworn he almost laughed but I doubted it, he wasn't one to laugh in the first place, let alone in the middle of a debate. 

He pointed the rusty hammer at me, "Don't know what you're talking about," 

"Yes, you do!" I narrowed my eyes. I hated it when Skyler lied because, somehow, you could believe it even if you knew it was a lie. 

"I will once you explain," he said. My cheeks went solid red; I wasn't going to tell the whole dramatic story of our break-up to Skyler with in hearing distance of Richard and Will. They were the last people I needed to know about Skyler and I. If they knew the whole world would know by night. Shoving my hands in my pockets I rocked back on my heels. 

"Stop being an idiot Skyler," I hissed. He put his hands up and looked at Will, who was still hammering away, sweat glistening on his forehead.  

"You hear this, Will? She's accusing me of things again!"

Will grunted, "I'm trying to ignore it. Keep me out of this"



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Random Story #2:


"Name?"


Trig eyed the boy in the baseball hat. He stared back, wide green eyes unwavering. Her mouth moved before she had time to consider the consequences of telling the stout boy her name.


"Trig,"


The boy dug into his pocket and pulled out a circular stamp. He pressed the end to Trigs hand before she could pull her hand back. He smiled and pointed in the direction of the elevator.


"Right up there, seventh floor. Have fun," he said. Trig nodded her thanks and then shuffled over to the elevator.


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Random Story #3: 

Azure watched the boiling broth threating to seep over the edge of the cast iron pot. Her eyes were unfocused and her chin was resting in her perched hand. A pencil dangled over a notebook page in the other hand about to fall out of her loose fingers. Her face gave the impression of complete boredom, which, even her school teacher would agree, would enraged any master more than ever if he walked in to find his student lazily dozing off in front of her brew.

“Azure!” he hissed through clenched teeth. She rocked back, caught the edge of the table with her knees and let out a startled cry. She nearly fell back onto the floor but Mr. Everwood, although he thought maybe he shouldn't to teach her a lesson, caught the back of her chair and returned it to it's proper position.

“May I reveal a secret to you, Azure?” Mr. Everwood snarled. Azure arched an eyebrow at her tutor. He smiled warmly, hinting that his was just fine with Azure's action.

“Stay...focused!” his voice raised in volume as he slammed his hand down on the old, oak desk. Azure blinked and meekly gave her apologizes. Mr. Everwood paced back and forth in front of the desk, pot and girl. His fingers ran along his chin as he talked.

“Now, you, Azure, have to realize that we're in the most critical part of your training. If what I teach you now doesn't stick then it never will. Are you listening? Good, because next time you zone out, do believe me, I will ground you from soccer for a month.”

Azure's mouth shot open in protest but Mr. Everwood quickly shushed her. He pointed a long, bony finger at her.

“As your father I have every right to ground you,” He straightened and pulled on his shirt, “And as you're master I have every right to ground you too. Now, where were we? Ah, yes, the Ovlten Poison.”

He swung around the edge of the desk and dragged a worn stool up beside Azure and sat down heavily. He nodded towards the broth, now smelling of fruit and cinnamon.

“Now, have you put in all the necessary ingredients, except the Bally fruit, in the pot?”

“Yes, sir, I have,”

“Good, good. Now, keep stirring it, keep on, just like that,”

Azure turned the broth in a circle with a wooden spoon, gritting her teeth as she did. She had no desire to sit in a hard, uncomfortable chair all day staring at a boring, old pot of Ovlten Poison. What was going to do with it anyway? Poison Amy Carlson? Azure's lips curled at the very name.

Amy Carlson, she was the one thing standing in between Azure and the Sports Center Player of the Year award, among other things, like Jackson. If she at least get the award she'd be happy but if Azure could also get her best friend, Jackson Tide, attention in the way Amy did then it would be even better.

“Azure! I swear, pay attention!” bellowed Mr. Everwood.

Azure, startled by Mr. Everwood's out cry, moved her wrist once again, stirring the broth. It didn't take long for her wrist to grow tired as she turned it around in small circles. Mr. Everwood watched closely, waiting for Azure to make some mistake he could nag her about, since he was already annoyed with her. 

Now you see what happens to most of my story ideas. x] 

Some of these are old, the last one isn't too old. I hope enjoy. Haha!

Yours, 

LIA  

Following the tale...

I figured, since I liked the last entry I shared with you guys from Ella's journal, I'd do a few more, just for y'all. [No laughing, crying or complaing.] Here is the enrty that follows the one I showed you in the pervious post. [Dreamer to dreamer. ]

"I never see myself as normal, not at all. But as I examine myself in the mirror sometimes I began to see the traces of a normal, teenage girl, with curly hair, brown eyes and a golden complexion. Just your average girl, still.

I don't know why, but it's true, I see myself as different from the rest of the world. I don't see myself as a regular teenager girl obsessing with looks, but deep down I know I am. As I watch my actions I realize the girl, who I once thought was unique and different, is actually the same as those around her. She's human. Plain old human.

As you can tell, my tedious quest to grasp something new and exciting has yet to come to a end, but I haven't given up hope that I will find what my heart aches for.

As I lay reading last night I stumbled upon something; my writing.

I've always been aware of my writing, since I spend most of my time typing away, coming up with new ideas, one after another. But never have I realize the effect my writing could have on me, a longing soul. As I began to read a story I had weaved, not too long ago, and I wasn't even three pages in when a new thought, bold and bright, socked me in the stomach. I thought to giggle but then, thinking better of it, kept my mouth shut. No use drawing attention to my self.

This idea, this amazing, mind-blowing idea was as simple as can be. It doesn't make sense, what I just said, but the truth is I don't care; you'll understand me in some way, some day.

Anyway, this thought, this one amazing thought was this; my stories can be the answers to my dreams. Through my stories I can live the life I've always wanted. I know I've said this before, in some fashion, but this time I mean that my desire to have a extraordinary life can be fulfilled in my stories!

How lovely it is to know that I, Ella, can weave stories and great tales and live them myself! Every tale the comes from with in me has been lived by me already! My my longing be put to rest!

I have, finally, found my escape. No more sorrow of wishful thinking, yet triumph in the stories I weave" 

-Ella Bententon-

Love to you all,
Lia.

From Dreamer To Dreamer...

I was writing this for one of my stories and it wasn't till I had finished that I realized all that I had written had come straight from my heart. I couldn't help but smile when I realized this because it's by time that it was said; I long for my own story to be played out, a twisting adventure that keeps me on my toes like books do readers.

I was happy to see me shining through my character, Ella Bententon. So, read along, and don't be carried away yourself with the dreams I weave in my head with my ridiculous imagination...

"I sometimes, in vain hope, believe that I have been given this special gift, and/or, that I am being, destined to do something amazing, great, powerful. I'll lay in bed, grinning, as I replay scenes from my future adventures in my head, preparing myself for every possible scenario I might face. Producing witty comments, emotional scenes and action fit for movies. But nagging me in the back of my mind is that simple thing that I refuse, that I hate, that I wish was never here at times; Reality.

Reality tells me, that deep down, I know that I have let the stories from books entrance me and drag me into the world they create, tugging at my incredible imagination to let loose and run wild. It reminds me that, even if this were to happen, that I am not brilliant, that I am nether strong or wise but that I am a dreamer. A girl with her head stuck in the clouds, forever.

It's bitter tasting, reality, it is. It stunts my elaborate dreams with a painful blow to the very head of the dream. It drives me to the brink insanity, knowing and not knowing. My dreams tell me there is a solid chance that I am like those in the books I read but reality tells me that I am just a girl, another earthly girl. Just another fantasizer.

Oh, but what would it be like, just to taste, glimpse, feel the pleasure of—superhuman, unnatural happenings! Of course, as I know very well, if I were to taste such delight I'd turn back to curse myself but it would be only part of the pleasure, if only the pleasure were mine.

But I know, in some strange, outlandish way I will get my wish, even if I do not see at first. I will get my wish. I hope and pray I do. But I do that a lot as a dreamer, hope and pray, because it's what us dreamers do best.

I believe though, that through the Grace of God, I will do my part in some way. For I am a dreamer, fantasizer, a girl with wild imagination. I can put those skills to work and do all I can for now to rest my aching soul; tell the stories. I will tell the stories I long to become so that I may live them, in a strange way, as much as if they were happening right in front of me, in real life.

I hope, and pray, of course, that those who are like me will feel the calling and reply with as much vigor as me. We were born to dream, born to wish, born to hope and born, yes born, to tell the Stories."

-Ella Bantenton-

With much love,
Lia

It's that time of year to break out the cheer...

Yowch. I'm sorry. That was bad.


Well, guess what!!! I have another....


LIST.

Yes, a list, just for you guys. Am I not amazingly sweet? And you know what makes it better? It's a list on my favorite....

CHRISTMAS MUSIC!

I want Josh Groban to be my older brother...

Oh, yes, I'm so nice.

Now let the Best of Lia Christmas Music BEGIN! [This list is going to take forever...oh well. And it's not in any particular order.]


#1- I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas

#2- Josh Groban- Little Drummer Boy

#3- Josh Groban- Noel

#4- Bing Crosby- Christmas in Killarny

#5- Casting Crowns- I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day

#6- Josh Groban- Believe

#7- Libera- Silent Night

#8- Enya- O Come, O Come Emmanuel

#9- Trans-Siberian Orchestra - Carol of the Bells

#10- Trans-Siberian Orchestra- Christmas Canon

#11- Straight No Chaser- 12 Days of Christmas

#12- Mariah Carey- Hark! The Herald Angels Sings

#13- Frank Sinatra- Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas


Okay, I'll stop there. I guess I can always do more later! Listen to a few of those and tell me what you think!

Toodles,
LIA

Newest Blogger On the Block

When you click on this post, I believe, you should go straight to my moms blog! I just found out she had one[ gee, thanks mother.] and I really like it!


I plan to help her add things and make it look as awesome as mine. *cough cough*

I love you mommy!

LIA

Snow! Is it good or is it bad? Am I happy or am I mad. You guess. X_X

It snowed. Correction: it is snowing. 

We've gotten about two inches in a hour. 

Okay, you got to understand, where I come from that's a lot. 

Now, let me remind you I hate the cold but snow is pretty. 

And painfully bright. 

And cold. 

Two against one. I think we've conluded that I hate snow. 

Is it summer yet? 

Oh, by the way, Merry Christmas.

It Is Finished/ I'm Not Paranoid [#1]

What is finished?
Why drivers ed of course.

Oh yes, I passed. I passed alright. With a 98! Two points from 100, possibly mended by small games played.

I think I might have gotten one of the highest in the class, which make me feel super smart. Just saying. Even though I know the test wasn't that hard and we studied it for, I dunno, a month.

But did I also tell you that I am a NaNoWriMo winner? Don't know what NaNoWriMo is? Lemme put a nice little link: NaNoWriMo

My friend Hannah and I stayed up to write till midnight so we could get our word count. Let's just say...we were very, very, clever. ;] But the only downfall, well, maybe not, is that every time I use a contraction now I notice. When I was writing I wouldn't [See, one right there!] use contractions because I wanted to up my word count. Now, every time I see them, I give a full seconds thought to them, sadly. Maybe this will help me not use contractions in my school papers but I have this bad feeling that the problem is going to be gone by then, right?

Today my mom and I were suppose to go 'camping' with my Aunt at a park about a hour away. But now we have the threat of snow. Didn't I tell you I hate bad timing? I still do. >.<

I DON'T WANT IT TO SNOOOOOOWWWW! WAHHHHH! WAHHHHH!

Okay, hissy fit is officially over. [But it's sure to be back inf five minutes, stay tuned.] It hasn't snowed yet but it is literally looming over us in big, nasty snow clouds. This makes me very sad that I live in a place that can get snow. That's why I'm going to move. Bye mom, I'm moving to Africa, toodles.[Of course being murdered and such is much better than snow...]

If you can't tell...I hate the cold. The cold chills you to the bone and there is no escape except sitting under five sleeping bags and what's the fun in that? The heat wins by miles because you can sit in a air conditioned house, or pool or sit on a block of ice. At least it doesn't go straight to your bones! [Okay, so sitting in a fire...not good idea but I mean when it's hot in temperature as in...well, whatever you get what I mean.]

Now, I want to introduce you to a new 'thing' I'm brining on here. It's called:

I'm Not Paranoid: How To Keep Yourself...Safe. 

Wondering what it's going to be about? Well, let me tell you this; I'm paranoid...but in a good way. You see I'm always keeping my eyes peeled, doing my little 'tricks' that you'll learn about later and I trust no stranger or some one I have just met.  [I'm totally spy material. xD]

Now, the I'm Not Paranoid clips are going to be tips on how to be 'safe' in public areas or at home alone, or at least what I have learned to do automatically. Here is the first one:

Public Bathrooms [I'm Not Paranoid #1] 
Public bathrooms. Known for how nasty they are, they show the disgusting underbelly to human beings and their hygiene. I'd rather hold it for a good hour than stop at a public bathroom to be mortified by the lack of cleanliness. That's how much I loath Public Bathrooms.
And you know what I hate even more? Freaky, dark public bathrooms that have flickering lights, things that make noises and doors that swing open and shut on bad hinges. I'm growing upset just thinking about it.
You know why I hate those bathrooms? Because it feels like someone is lurking in there...ready to grab me.
I've heard tons of stories about people being robbed, kidnapped or even murdered in bathrooms. [Freaking you out yet?] So bathrooms=bad in my mind. But I like to be prepared for whatever may lay ahead when I do enter one of those freaky, hellish places. This is what I do and you might want to do too:

• If you have a pocket book/shopping bag or any type of bag with some material in it hold it in such a way were you could use it as a weapon if need be. [I know I have to be freaking you out now.] Pocket books are great for holding money...and beating the crap out of people who are trying to steal your money. Haven't you ever seen those shows where the old lady beats up the young guy trying to rob her with her little, purple purse. Good idea right there. 
• Next, when you push the door open push it open wide so that you know no one is behind the door unless you know there is a hand-dyer inconveniently placed right behind the door like there has been. 
• Next, as soon as you step into the bathroom take it all in with one sweep of the room. [I don't always do my steps but this is one I never skip on. It's just...habit.] You need to know where the sinks are, toilets, couch, ect. Knowing the placements of things can help you more than you know! If you know where things like soap or sinks are you can use those in your defense too.
• Now, as you walk in try to count all the people in the bathroom by listening [No you sick-o, I don't mean in that way. lol] and looking. This can help you make sure you have other people in there if you need help in any sorts.
• Next, make sure as you walk , go into stalls, come out of stalls, ect stand in such a way that you can see everything around you. You don't want to be surprised!
• When you open the stall door once again make sure the door swings all the way. 
• Other tips: Ask a friend to go with you if a bathrooms really creepy. I do even when the bathroom isn't creepy because I hate bathrooms that much. Also make sure you enter the RIGHT bathroom. Just saying. I bet you knew that though, right? I'd hope so. 

That's all I got on that one. I hope you now know how to make sure you're safe in a bathroom. I don't always do everything on that list but it would be a good habit. I like being safe from freaky people...and freaky bathrooms.

This post shall come to end now! And sadly, I won't be going to the cabin in a awesome park with my awesome Aunt Jean and my awesome mother. Sadly I shall be staying home. Boo hoo.

Toodles,
LIA

Drivers Ed Makes My Stomach Upset

You know what sucks, beyond words? Bad timing. That's what.

Today I have my Drivers Ed exams, yesterday was the last non-test day. The kids that had no hours took their test yesterday but the kids who have hours, including me, take it today. I guess I should be happy that I didn't take mine yesterday. Anyway, it was a little after 4:30, I think, when I started feeling bad. We were watching some stupid video, which we do often, and suddenly I knew I had to get out and to a bathroom. There was a bathroom right down the hall but I didn't want to leave with out telling one of the teachers...but none were in there.

So, I left. I couldn't just stand there and puke. Mr. Sparks, my main teacher, was in the room across the hall with the other class who were taking the test. I bolted in but, of course, he was on the phone. I gestured, I can't even remember how, that I really needed to go to the bathroom, that I might puke...

He waves me on and, yes, I'm almost there! I'm walking down the hall and halfway there and.........it all comes out. I had reacted with out thinking and had thrown my hands over my mouth therefore my projected stomach contents were all over my hands and guess what...kids were coming out of the room were I was before. Blush.

Luckily it was this couple [I think] who are homeschooled [I think] and the girl stops and ask me if I'm okay. For a kid with  puke all over her I was feeling pretty good so I smile and nod. I had to be a strange sight. A little delirious I tell Mr. S that I had thrown up in the hallway before cleaning up.

I then sat the rest of the class time out in the hallway with a headache. One of the teachers, Mrs. C, came out and asked me if I was okay. She then fetched a soda and some crackers for me which I was grateful for because you want to know why I puked?

All I had eaten yesterday was a bowl of cereal and candy which isn't good. I didn't realize that until I got to the class. I also had drainage which always make me puke if it is really bad. So the two put together made it even worse. Therefore I puke in the middle of the hallway. I never saw anyone clean it up even though Mr. S called someone to come clean it.

That was my day. It was great, really. Emily and Abby made good grades so I'm sure I'll do okay at least. I hope I do well though! I don't want to go through drivers ed again! That would be terrible, unless God wants me too, which sounds...not right.

By the way, I started a post on me figuring out love but it's going to take a while. I mean, I'm trying to remember it all so it had a great impact. Well, if my words can have great impact. x]

So your prayers are welcomed! I want to pass my test! Hahaha!

It feel so strange not to have much school work to do. I'm reading Born Again [By Chuck Coloson] and some of the other text we've been assigned. I have to look  for some debate info, Science Research Paper topic and my I.E [Individual Event] topic which isn't hard for about a month of work time! This makes very, very happy...and I can write more blog post at the moment.

So, I'm going to end this with some pictures of my Aunt Julies place.

Sheeep!

Shhheeeppp! Bahhh!

                                      LUNA!                                                 I

No clue what this is.

Luna, my poochie.

 LUNA our great dane! We took her to my Aunt Julies yesterday and it looks like I'm going to be training her in agility. You might not know this but large breeds don't usually do this...but Luna did great! I got to take this picture with my Aunt Julies camera. She said it's just an older version of one I'm asking for!

I'm so excited! I love working with dogs like this. :D

By the way, HAPPY THANKSGIVING.

Toodles,
LIA

To Cuddles...who wasn't so cuddley.

Yesterday morning one of our beloved cats died; Cuddles.
My mother waited till last night to tell me because I had a busy day ahead of me and didn't want me to be effected by it. It was a shock because she seemed to be doing better than usual. She had gained weight, looked healthy but yet it was her time to go.

She obviously died in her sleep, thank the Lord for that. I'm sorry we couldn't give Cuddles a better life in the house but our Land Owner says no cats in the house. But I know Cuddles knew we loved her.

I feel bad that I didn't give her more attention but at least she got some and had a full life.

Yeah, I know this might seem a little over due for a cat but in our family pets mean a lot. They are like our brothers, sisters, children and friends.

Here is a picture of Mrs. Cuddles:
RIP Cudds. Love you!
Lia

New day, new dawn. Always.

I know I get dramatic and depressed sometimes. And I know that can be annoying. But I also know that I'm still fighting to be better--to be who God wants me to be. It's a constant battle between myself, the Devil, the world and God. Luckily, I know, God will prevail and in his arms I will rest.

I'm not giving up hope that God has great plans for me. Even if it is growing up to only be a stay-at-home mom, I'll do it. Sure, I'll throw a fit so loud everyone in Asia can hear it but I'll evidently do it. Even if that means being a lousy dancer, artist, writer, ect. I'll live with it. Once again, I'll throw the biggest hissy fit know to the world but like I said...I'll do it, won't I?

Sad how as God's creations we tend to forget who made us. The Bible says that God will never leave our sides for he made us! He formed us with his own hands. Yet we doubt those hands powers. We doubt their skill. Kind of--stupid--right? Of course because it's human nature to be stupid!

It always takes me a while to realize when I'm being totally stupid and when I do I'm really embarrassed. If people could see my blushing easily [plus to darker skin!] then I'd be red all the time!

Anyway, I just want the world to know that I know I'm a little drama queen at times but that's just something I can improve on right? I mean, if there was no room for improvement then why would we need God? We still would but we wouldn't realize we did.

I love all the people who read my blog---and those who don't. I love how you guys deal with my bad post and my worse grammar. I love how you guys act like you love me, even when I don't think I'm worth anything.

Mainly, I love God for every single thing he does. Everything.
Because, really, where would I be without him?

I pray for all my friends who are/have gone/going/about to go through rough times. I know, trust me, that it feels like no one has it as bad as you. But remember, all those feelings we have about being rejected or hurt, Christ felt from childhood to his death on the cross. Amazing right? And never once did he sin. Never.

Therefore, pray for me and I will pray for you. Pray for those you know and those you don't know. There is never a prayer that goes unheard. God makes sure of this.

And before I leave [well, you know what I mean.] I want you to think of the one thing that is hurting you the most at the moment and ask God to take it. Just do it even if you don't believe it will help. Because often the things we don't believe in are the truth.

Love y'all!
Lia

Lia

Anger, Fear, Rage,...me.

I grow angry with myself sometimes. I lash out at myself because I can't seem to do something. Or I get my hopes high then I dash them out myself. Then I grow afraid. Afraid that I can't do anything. That--that I'm useless. Completely useless. Finally, I become enraged. I'm mad at God, me and the whole world. I want out and I want out now. That's how it goes.It's a cycle, a dangerous, vicious cycle that seems to never go. Never. I ask God: why me? What did I do to deserve someone like me? I ask him why doesn't he help me with me. WHy doesn't he send some blessings and rid me of me?

So basically, I don't know what to do with me.

Yeah, I know, I sound all depressing but the truth is I'll be over it for the most part by tomorrow morning. And that's what kills me the most. 

Am I really just being some dramatic, hormonal teenage girl or is it more? I don't know. That bugs me. A lot. Really, how down in the dumps can a girl get? How messed up can she be before it's something else? I want to know.

I can't help, sometimes, that me hates me. I torture myself. Non-stop. Why? Anyone want to tell me why? Anyone KNOW why? I'm sorry, I know you all have to listen to me rant and rave about me being so sucky and you roll your eyes because it gets annoying. Trust me, I know! I'm doing the same thing and I wish for it to STOP.

Hey, I might not even post this. Most likely won't--because I'm afraid. I'm always afraid. Always. I think that's what has put me in this state. I'm constantly afraid. Of everything. All the time.

Does anyone else feel like this? Feel---I don't know. Feel like I do right now? Like I do all the time. Like just laying on the floor till God decides to take you? Till you become dust on the floor?

I do. And I want it to stop. Now.

How?

I have no clue.

Welcome to my world. Have fun. And don't hurt yourself.

LIA

School + Life = Insane?

Next week we have....


EXAMS.

Those dreaded things. Those things that make your stomach churn and mind spin. Or at least that's what they do to me. Sadly. So, I have an Econ. Exam, a Sci. Exam and my Shakespeare project is due. I shouldn't be scared should I? Oh, but I am because that is MY NATURE.

No matter what I freak myself out about E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G. It's annoying to me yet I still do it. Lia hates Lia. Does anyone else do that though? Over-blow everything? What I usually do is freak out so bad that I try to be prepared but only drown myself in my preparedness therefore I mess up. Yeah, vicious circle.

Anyway, drivers ed is--okay. I swear if I see ONE more video about drunk driving I will personally sign my self up for rehab with out having a drop of alcohol once in my life. [Okay, once when my mom let me try wine. Ew.] I swear I will.

I'm sure they're trying to press the subject for good reason, in fact I know they are...but COME ON. Every single time so far we've talked about drug abuse, signs and how to kill yourself in a car. Sounds fun?

Plus side is that I get to see a lot of people I know and haven't seen in a while. Like Bethany and Matthew. So, yeah. And I've kind of made a new friend who's name is Emily. We talk and sit together. She's homeschooled, loves dance, loves art and is sweet! Plus--she's ANOTHER Emily!

Oh, I guess I should explain that. So my brother Aaron married an Emily about seven years ago. My brother Jordan married a Emily this past January. My brother Sam is dating a girl by the name of Esther---and her older sister is named Emily. And get this---all of them are Emily Ann's. Crazy, right?

Well, I got to go. Bible study!! [Well, hanging out with friends for me. Haha!]

Bye.
Lia

Love Songs

'Going back to the corner,

where I first saw you,

gonna camp in my sleeping bag and not gonna move.' 

There is rarely a love song that can make me feel all warm and fuzzy in side. [That's because I'm COLD HEARTED! Badah-bum! You didn't get that---did you?] 

Anyway, I decided to make a list of love songs that DO actually make me feel all warm and fuzzy. [Above our some of the lyrics to 'The Man Who Can't Be Moved' by The Script.]

#1- Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

Video for Your Guardian Angel

#2-The Man Who Can't Be Moved by The Script 

Video for The Man Who Can't Be Moved

#3- Lucky by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillet

Video to Lucky

#4- Rhythm of Love by Plain White T's

Video to Rhythm of Love

That's all I can think of right now but I'm sure theres more. I noticed the theme that they are really all the same genre. Not sure what the genre is called but...you know. Hahha!

Lia.

Love, Love, Love.

What is love? Why do we all want it? Why do we all need it?
Huh, I'm not really sure.

Everywhere I go, everything I see, everyone I know is obsessed with love. They might not know it but they are. I know I am. The whole world has been obsessed with love since day one.

Agape Love...Unconditional
Philios Love...Friendship

Eros Love...Romantic.


Everyone experiences the Philios Love [I think I got all the names right.] From One to a Hundred we do. It's a fact of life. But what does everyone long for? Agape Love--but we think we long for Eros Love. Why? Well we see it, want in and think we need it. Eros love only comes from humans. We can see humans and can feel them. We can only get Agape Love from Christ. But what if we don't believe in him or think he cares? We go after the Agape Love.

To tell you the truth I'm afraid of Eros Love. I sometimes find myself saying I don't believe in it which means I don't believe in Agape Love.

I guess my parents fallen marriage has to do with it but there's so much more than that.Everything I see---around me. I just don't get it sometimes. I'm sure most people don't.

Love. It's such a funny word. So pure, yet so distorted.

I guess I just want to know what it really is. What is love? Who is love? I know the Good-Christian child answers and I know their true. But I've never seen it. Anywhere.

The worlds a funny place.

Well this Blogger has sucked at Blogging.

Hey there guys!
 I know, I know, I haven't posted in--days, weeks maybe even a month almost. So, I'm sorry. I've been terribly bad.

How will I make up this hideous crime? Well, I'm not so sure but I will show you some of my NaNoWriMo. Would you like that? I hope so. But before I bless you with some of my most ah-maze-innng writing [snort] I'll give you a fun little fact about me.

I tilt my head while writing on paper and on the computer. I seriously turn it all the way to the side. I don't know why but I just do. I have a friend who sticks her tongue in her cheek all the time. So I guess I'm not alone. So here's what I want you to do: comment one thing YOU do that's really strange. It can be something you do while you work or when you're daydreaming...it really doesn't matter. Just tell me!

Now to my NaNoWriMo.

Oh! Wait! Never mind. I also got some news for you guys!!! I STARTED DRIVERS ED! Whoot Whoot! I'm pretty dang excited. I mean, I'll be driving soon enough. Wow, I remember the days that I thought I had years to wait, you know? I guess life is flying by. Does that mean I have to actually, I don't know, mature now? Sigh. I hope I do. I'm trying to. Maybe I shouldn't force it. ANYway. Another comment opportunity: What something you miss about being younger?
Mine? Playing. All. The. Time.
I mean, I use to be able to play an Imaginary (as my friends and I use to call it.)  game any time I wanted too. It wasn't hard to do. I mean, I was a killer actor back then! [Hahaha] What happened? Sometimes it makes me wish I was still six, but instead I'm heading on to be sixteen. Life, where did you go?

So, NOW onto NaNoWriMo. Hum?

Okay, here's part of the first chapter. Enjoy.
 [Don't mind grammar, as usual.]

"She leaned back into the capsized belly of the stand. A small, gloomy sigh escaped her lips. She loved her job; it was all she knew but she was yearning for something new. Something other than the daily routine she had settled into or the simple missions she was assigned. No matter what Theo said she didn’t understand why she wasn’t in The Prophets house. After all, it was where she belonged. The House, the current house she lived in, was full of idiots who didn’t know a kick from a punch, a sword from a shield and a real assassin from a bumbling fool.

            Andorea was an assassin. One of the best. Theo saw that, she saw that, but she was still stuck in a house full of first-timers and idiots."

Yeah, that's all YOU get to read. Keep you on your toes. [Or it might be that I'm ashamed of how bad the rest of the writing is. Hahaha!]

So, love you guys! Keep on reading [IF anyone is...] and have fun!

LIA

Who's Strong? I'm strong.

A topic fought over for years and years, from young to old. Girls are weak and boys are strong.

            Well, before I start I want to tell you I’m looking at this from a logical view. If my logic seems faulty tell me. Okay?

            So, have you ever heard someone say to you or one of your friends, “You can’t do this because you’re a girl, you’re too weak.” Or something along those lines. I have but not in a long time. Just in 1^st grade where that’s pretty common.

            I won’t deny the fact that woman and men have different body builds and that, unfortunately, a woman’s build doesn’t make it possible for her to be as physically strong as a man could. BUT does that mean a girl can’t be strong.

            No.

            It’s a classic misdirection that aggravates me. Hey, I know, there will always be a stronger man for the strongest woman but once again, this doesn’t mean a woman can’t be strong!

            So, we’ve already established that men are always going to be able to reach a higher level of strength but a woman can still reach a certain level of it. Now, I might realize this but there’s something that has happened to damage this insight in most people. I don’t know what caused it but it did happen. Here is what I believe is going on here.

            Remember learning about slaves in America and all the horrors there? Well one thing I clearly remember reading and hearing about is that they wouldn’t educate the slaves. In fact…it was a crime. Slaves became know as dumb beast. Speech slow, couldn’t write, read, so on and so forth. Why do you think that is? That’s like throwing someone into a NFL football game, with no training, and expect him to win the game and when he doesn’t he a really bad football player. See what I’m saying here? So let’s apply what I’m talking about to the topic.

            Girls are weak, boys are strong.

            Now and days we’ve put our guys in a strange predicament. They have to be tough, fit, muscle-ly. How do you reach that? You do something makes you sweaty, stink and you could possibly get hurt in. What does this include? Mostly sports like football, basketball, and wrestling. I’ve noticed if there’s a guy who prefers, I don’t know, dance maybe then he’s a sissy. He’s not tough. He does a girly thing. True, dance is dominated by girls—in the ballet area. Anyway, so this dancing boy is just a major sissy. Maybe he’s gay! All because he’s doing dance.  So what do our boys go through? They have to be macho man.

            Now to the girls. What are they expected to be? Weaker? No, they aren’t. There’s nothing to be expected from them when it comes to being strong or weak. So is a girl going to work out unless it fits into what she likes to do? No, not really. Is she pressured to be tough? No, not really? So why do people think girls are so weak again? Remember, we all secretly know strong girls won’t always be as tough as strong guys, right? Well, then why expect a girl to be tough in anyway? I think we’ve slowly sunk in to this idea that, hey, girls are weak anyway; why try and get them fit? It’s also has to do with the fact girls have gentler spirits. (You know what I mean.)

            While a guy might find tackling people fun girls might find arabesque fun! They both build muscle though! They both make whoever’s doing them work out. So watching someone try and bring another person looks tougher, this I know, but does it make them tougher? Not really.

            One of my friends little brothers had the mindset (this was a while ago. He’s no longer like this.) that since he took football that made him so strong. Not saying he wasn’t, not at all. But there was also the idea that us girls who took dance weren’t because, well, dance wasn’t challenging. I laugh at the guys I know who are older than this boy and still think this. (I won’t go on this rant…)

            Here I conclude that what has happened is guys are told “Be tough!” and girls are a simple shrug and “Do whatever you want kid.” Since there is no pressure on the girls who aren’t sporty and such to be fit in anyway there aren’t many girls who can—well do a push up. (Not saying I can. I’m working on changing that though.)

            So what do you expects going to happen when your girl is in a situation were she has to defend herself? Is she going to do a good job? Mot likely not. Why? She’s never been asked to show strength.

            I’m not saying every girls should be buff! Not at all. I’m just saying that we shouldn’t pressure our guys to be fit and not expect a bit out of the girls! Also I’m not talking about ‘equality’ because I do know guys and girls a different. God made it that way for a reason. But he didn’t say “Girls are weak and boys are strong!” In fact he said different when he made us. He made it so girls can be a type of strong while guys can be a type of strong.

            Girls are strong and boys are strong. In different ways.

            I have more ‘boy/girl’ rants coming up. I have a feeling this one made no sense and that I gave off the wrong idea but at least I vented some what.

            By the way, to all the guys who think dancing is for sissies, I’d like them to look up pictures of dancers and just look at their muscles. Yeah. They’re sissies for sure.

LIA     

Linkin Park-A Thousand Suns

1. The Requiem
Intresting. At first I didn't get it then it sunk in...


2. The Radiance
.....
3. Burning In The Skies
Linkin Park has done it again! This song just proves it! I love their unique style. This song sounds kind of mournful (like a lot of their songs) but it's kind of sprinkled with a bit of hope. I love the timing on this song too.
4. Empty Spaces
If I found the real one then...what?
5. When They Come For Me
It's amazing how they can mix so many different types of music. Although I don't like the use of the 'f' word, but I'll deal. They mix the guitar with this kind of 'Indian' chant type thing. You kind of expect to see some belly dancers somewhere...  
6. Robot Boy
Win. Pure win. I love this song the best I think. I don't know why but I just DO. The harmony is excellent, the beat is perfect and the timing is awesome. The effects they use on the voices completes it. And the lyrics are...moving. 'Hold on, the weight of the world will give you the strength to go.'
7. Jornada Del Muerto
Is this the Catalyst backwards....?
8. Waiting For The End
Here we go again. New music blend--with out flaw. This song is pushing me even more to buy this whole album. Lyrics are freaking amazing! Although it's a huge difference compared to their songs  like 'Blackout'. On the softer side.
9. Blackout
This one surprised me at first. I wasn't expecting the kind of 'screaming' deal. But that doesn't mean I didn't like it. I adored it. It's change from hard core to softer rock is exciting.
10. Wretches And Kings
AH-MAZE-ING beginning. Once again the blend of different music styles. I swear they could make their own genre. Also the cussing again---why? Oh well. Awesome guitar work too. 
11. Wisdom, Justice, And Love
Eh.
12. Iridescent
Moving lyrics once again. They might just put me into tears, which I hate but it means they've done a good job with their lyrics. Some of their songs it seems like Christ is right there in the lyrics. Pretty awesome, right? The chorus has great vocals! The drum beat is pretty friggin' catchy too. (As always...)
13. Fallout
Couldn't find.
14. The Catalyst
Awesome sounding! Lyrics are thoughtful but--repetitive. The music is just--awesome. I couldn't think of a better way! Love it.
15. The Messenger
Softer than most songs. Very soothing though. I like the lyrics too. Nice job on the vocals Chester!

Okay, so there you go. What I think of the songs. Toodles!

LIA

History of Ah-murr-a--ca.

We got this free DVD from this History Channel and it's called America: The Story of Us or something like that. Mom and I are really, really enjoying it. It's very--informative. There are three C.D's, with four episodes each which are a little more than a half-hour long. We're on the third C.D now. We just finished the second one last night.

One thing that has bugged me through this whole thing is how every AMERICAN who is talking say America like, 'Ah-murr-a-ca.'  Annoying, yes? Why can't they say, 'A-mer-a-ca'? So, that's one pet peeve right thar.

On of the things I love about it is that it's not a bunch of old guys talking about the history of America. They have almost everything they're talking about acted out. Sure they replay a lot (I mean A LOT) of clips but it still makes it feel like they have footage of what the people went through and their life style. 

Now for some photography.

Sweet Rain

Basking Till Midnight

Enjoy!!!


LIA

Is the world ending?

Why yes it is.
Because I broke my camera. MY CAMERA. I'd rather break my arm!

What am I going to do????

Cry I guess. 

One last list for the day...

So I'm doin{g} one more lis{t} for the nigh{t} to cheer me u{p}....

It's going to be 5 secrets! Yeah, secrets. Nothing really, really juicy but things you might like. ;]



Number One:

This is the only one I could

 find that looked anything like me...

I wouldn't mind be a model. Yes, the tomboy just said that. I wouldn't mind being a model? I can't even wrap my head around that!!! It's just not me! But the fact that I would most likely have to starve myself is very--distasteful. {PUN}

Number Two:

I love sundresses. I don't like other dresses much but I love sun dresses to death. SO---yeah.


Number Three:
I----I like a Justin Bieber (Did I spell his name right?) song. Oh my. I bring shame on myself just saying that. *hides face* I can't believe I have to google HIS picture. *le sigh*  I think the song is called 'You Smile' or something like that...

After that painful confession...
Number Four:

I sometimes like math. Yes, sometimes I actually like it. If I get it I mean...

Number Five: FINALLY. Okay, last one? Let me think... okay! I got it. I love the 'emo' look. I really do. I find it cool. Some people find it strange but I think it's kind of cute.

So, there! I have confessed! Any thing you would like to let out? Any secrets you wish to share? Well do so!

LIA

It's a Sad, Sad day in it's own Sad, Sad way.

Ahh, those days that just drive you insane. You feel bad and sad. Blah, blah, blah. I won't throw my troubles at a non-existent audience but anyway.

   Anyway, I feel like doing some type of list but I don't know just what to do. Think, think, think....

I got it! I got it! I'll do a list of the top 5 jobs I'd love to have!! Here we go:

1. Dance Instructor

            I love dance. I really do. Even though I'm really hard on myself about it I love it. I'd love to teach ballet or hip hop in the future. Maybe one day that dream will  come true--if I keep on practicing and pushing myself! Right?

 2. Photographer
       
         Of course I also love photography. When ever I'm feeling kind of worthless it cheers me up because it's one thing I know I can do. Which make me happy.
 

3. Move Director

       Yeah, I know. You don't hear a lot of people saying that but it sounds like an amazingly cool job. Although I think being able to act yourself would help, right? But I would love the job anyway.

4. Digital Artist 

           Simple--I would love that job because you can use your imagination freely. Anytime. 

And last but far from least....

5. A Writer

     I've been writing since my friend showed me Microsoft word, really. I love it--even though I struggle with it and tend to be too hard on myself!

    So, there you go. My dream jobs in a list o' 5. Here's what I want you to do: list your dream jobs. As many as you want. I did five to keep my self under control. Tell me what YOU wanna be when you grow up or if you've already grown up what you are or still want to be. :]

Now, I think I'll make another list---for the heck of it.

For the Third Post of the Day...

Sam! Miss you bro!

I was stupid and looked at some of my brother's Facebook pictures. Now I kind of miss him.


Hey I know there are people who would love to have a brother and I should be happy but I can't help but revisit those old, bitter feelings. I do miss my brother. Even if the 'brother-sickness' hasn't effected me lately it is at the moment.

Hopefully, like him, I can find my friends who are my solid ground. I have great friends (like Hannah and Stephanie/Sarah, ect.). I found them already, this I know, but may our relationships grow as strong as his friends and him have! I envy them. I guess it also has to do with their age, you know? I'm not saying my friends aren't close and aren't cool. Quite contrary!  I guess I'll never be abel to explain what I mean--nothing new.

So, to you Sam--as small poem you'll never read.

Thoughts etched on this page,

never could express the meaning they have in my mind.

They'll never amount to,

the strength they hold in my heart. 

As you grow and I follow close behind,

making paths in the forest we call the world,

I find that I no one could be more worthy,

of a loving pat on the back than you.

I look onto the future and she me sketched like you,

I can only hope to be like the one before me.

I look into the past as I stumbled behind you,

and find I still walk in the your footprints.

I can only dream of the days that you live now,

but I know that you live them well.

I can't wait to be you in the future,

forging my path in life with vigor. 

I, Sam, plan to be just as well a person,

as those before me,

who planted the seed of hope in my heart. 

I, my brother, promise to be your pride,

making good of your impression,

and showing the love that you mistakenly showed me.

You, my brother Sam, are just another reason,

I strive. 

LIA 

Oh, by the way--happy birthday. :]

Top 5 Songs (Linkin Park and Mainstream)

Here is my Top 5 of the week. It's going to be on songs!

Top 5 Linkin Park Songs (in no particular order):

• Breaking the Habit 
• Somewhere I Belong
• The Catalyst
• From the Inside
• Numb

Now for the 'mainstream' radio type music. x]

Top 5 Mainstream:

• Magic by B.O.B 
• Animal by Neon Trees
• Ridin' Solo by Jason Derulo
• Dynamite by Tyo Cruz
• The Only Exception by Paramore 

Another Week has Come and Is Passing.

So for starters I think I might change the blogs name. To what you may ask?
To Unknown Minds. Lame sounding? Yes. But it's connected to me (look at my poems, they're interrupting an important moment in my life.)

So, I'm not sure. What do YOU think? Oh wait. No one comments on here. COMMENT DANG IT.

Now to the serious discussion on this post.
Yesterday was Classical. (For those who don't know what that is here is a link: Classical)  During class yesterday my tutor, Mr. Bailey, was talking about how he was going to pair up debate partners. He, at one point, said he was going to pair someone he knew was going to work hard with someone who might not. (Not his exact words but you get the point of it.) It made me wonder though--would I be one of the hard working ones?

What would I be classified under? The lazy group or the 'good' kids? Am I actually doing what I should be doing? Am I working hard enough or just scooting on by?

So I have a goal this year. This goal is obvious. Become of the hard working students that people want to be paired with for debate partners. :]

So, yeah, that was the serious side of this post.
I'm about to make a post about my Top 5 Linkin Park songs ( at the moment) and my Top 5 Mainstream songs. Get excited!!!

LIA