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