Meeting Royalty
5 years ago
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
My Sincerest Apologies
to you all who have already read that last post!! It is entirely the incomprehensible musings of a tired mind and much too introspective for most of you to truly understand. Last night, I really just began typing as I was thinking and thus, the post wandered through subjects and cut off abruptly in several places... sorry 'bout that!!!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Once In a Blue Moon
I've never quite understood that phrase so, if you know the origins of it, please inform me...
I haven't really had much to blog about lately, whether it be an epiphany about the color green or a rant about Patrick Dempsey. To be quite honest, this past week was really just one long study session, spanning over, seemingly, every waking second of my life. Finals. Curses be upon them and those who thought up such vile things! I understand they are some-what necessary, but they're a nuisance none the less. Fortunately, they all went reasonably well and are finally over! It is now "stress-free" week (as if there ever truly was such a thing!) However, to date, the week has been a far cry from its namesake. Oh the joys of teenage existence! -.- Between playing catch-up with all of my ridiculously behind schedule teachers, worrying over my academic future (PSAT scores are coming in soon!), and attempting to manage some sort of sanity (or insanity, as it were) I haven't had much time to really take a second and stop. Have you tried that recently? Just pausing, if even for a moment, to think about nothing but silence. peace. calm... I certainly don't get enough of that on a day to day basis. No matter how many times I hear that sermon about how the Lord speaks in the silence, watch that Nooma video with Rob Bell turning off the TV, or write "Be Quiet!" in my planner, I never seem to be able to consistently uphold that ideal. There's always something else to think about; something else to do; another thing to add to the endless list of things that need to be done before I can start anything else. *sigh*
To change the subject before I start to ramble about silence in the midst of choas, I sorted through my desk drawer yesterday! It was truly an amazing experience! You see, I generally toss whatever interesting bits of paper I have lying around into that drawer, as well as knick-knacks and other oddities. Whilst I was digging through the black hole, I came across an old notebook, full of things I can't remember writing but must have, as they were in my script. Amongst the beginnings of short stories and hastily jotted lines of verse, I found a poem. 'Twas almost complete, needing improvement certainly, but not entirely without potential as most of the rest seemed to be. What made it stand out though, was its tone. If ever I were to write poetry, most would expect it to be light-hearted, full of ridiculous rhymes and to be taken at face value. Oddly enough, this unnamed bit of writing was dark, free-verse, and full of dual meanings. Isn't it interesting how we can go through stages of life, obviously ones that hit us hard, and then forget them, just as quickly as they come? I don't know when I wrote it, it had no date. I don't know why I wrote it, there was no explanation. The spelling was atrocious and the rhythm was slightly off. But it must have meant something to me... another thing to ponder in my "free time"...
I haven't really had much to blog about lately, whether it be an epiphany about the color green or a rant about Patrick Dempsey. To be quite honest, this past week was really just one long study session, spanning over, seemingly, every waking second of my life. Finals. Curses be upon them and those who thought up such vile things! I understand they are some-what necessary, but they're a nuisance none the less. Fortunately, they all went reasonably well and are finally over! It is now "stress-free" week (as if there ever truly was such a thing!) However, to date, the week has been a far cry from its namesake. Oh the joys of teenage existence! -.- Between playing catch-up with all of my ridiculously behind schedule teachers, worrying over my academic future (PSAT scores are coming in soon!), and attempting to manage some sort of sanity (or insanity, as it were) I haven't had much time to really take a second and stop. Have you tried that recently? Just pausing, if even for a moment, to think about nothing but silence. peace. calm... I certainly don't get enough of that on a day to day basis. No matter how many times I hear that sermon about how the Lord speaks in the silence, watch that Nooma video with Rob Bell turning off the TV, or write "Be Quiet!" in my planner, I never seem to be able to consistently uphold that ideal. There's always something else to think about; something else to do; another thing to add to the endless list of things that need to be done before I can start anything else. *sigh*
To change the subject before I start to ramble about silence in the midst of choas, I sorted through my desk drawer yesterday! It was truly an amazing experience! You see, I generally toss whatever interesting bits of paper I have lying around into that drawer, as well as knick-knacks and other oddities. Whilst I was digging through the black hole, I came across an old notebook, full of things I can't remember writing but must have, as they were in my script. Amongst the beginnings of short stories and hastily jotted lines of verse, I found a poem. 'Twas almost complete, needing improvement certainly, but not entirely without potential as most of the rest seemed to be. What made it stand out though, was its tone. If ever I were to write poetry, most would expect it to be light-hearted, full of ridiculous rhymes and to be taken at face value. Oddly enough, this unnamed bit of writing was dark, free-verse, and full of dual meanings. Isn't it interesting how we can go through stages of life, obviously ones that hit us hard, and then forget them, just as quickly as they come? I don't know when I wrote it, it had no date. I don't know why I wrote it, there was no explanation. The spelling was atrocious and the rhythm was slightly off. But it must have meant something to me... another thing to ponder in my "free time"...
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Finally!
Finally! A good picture of the girls, together, from homecoming! (Jami, we missed you!!) 'Twas hiding on Mandy's facebook page!
Pictures and commentary on the Youth Work Day today will be posted as soon as Oksana e-mails me the pics. :)
Pictures and commentary on the Youth Work Day today will be posted as soon as Oksana e-mails me the pics. :)
Monday, January 12, 2009
Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! In case you couldn't already tell, I'm kind of really freaking out right now. "Why?", you may ask? I'm starting driving classes tomorrow!!!!!!!!! It's not that the classes themselves scare me, but when Dad asks me if I want to drive home from church, I'm not going to have an excuse to say no! =O Sunday evening, he and I went out to the Fry's in Pomona. I don't know if any of you have ever been to Fry's but basically, it's a computer geek's heaven. It's a *gigantic* store chock-full of anything computer related that you might, and probably won't, ever need. Anyways, back to the story. It was a little past 6:30 and already dark. The parking lot was jam-packed with shoppers and it was at least a half hour drive back on a crowded free-way and Dad tried to get me to drive home! I'm telling you, he must be crazy! O_O
And another video:
Maybe Steven should watch this one.... Just kidding.... that would be bad.
And another video:
Maybe Steven should watch this one.... Just kidding.... that would be bad.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Too Weird Not to Share!
Okay I happened across this video today and found it too weird/creepy not to share with all of you! :) Even if the main plot was written by a little kid, I'm sensing some serious communist sub-themes... Tell me what you think!
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