Yes it is indeed! I finally finished reading The Help. I won't lie, I teared up at the end. But I didn't cry. But only because I don't usually cry during books and movies. Muppet gave me her copy of the book, "Beyond the Deepwoods", from the series The Edge Chronicles. It looks kind of like the Deltora Quest books my sister reads except with less disturbing looking creatures. And Twig, the main character, is raised by trolls. I'm reading the introduction. It's pretty good. And this author knows how to write (hinting at the author of Twilight).
Oh no! I don't like this song! But I like it at the same time! It's the song Where are the Clowns? It's depressing, but it's a good song. It's kind of the same feeling I get when I'm listening to the Taylor Swift song Last Kiss.
Anyways, my brother wants me to play with him again. He's trying to convince me to play with him by scaring my cat under my bed. She's currently upset with him. But it doesn't take much from him to scare her. His presence causes her to curl into a ball; eyes wide, tail tucked under, hissing warnings, pressing her body against mine so that maybe she can turn invisible or something. Sometimes she'll start flicking her tail in her face as if she can hide behind it. Other times, she'll try and hide her face in my arms, if I'm holding her. And just because he walked into the room and stomped his feet. But he doesn't really redeem himself to her at all when he walks in my room and starts frightening Cosmo by snapping his fingers and jumping on my bed. I think Cosmo just doesn't like men very much because my father scares her just as much. But she has a real reason for not liking my father. He's always been the one who takes her to the vet when something's wrong with her. He also is the one who puts flea medicine on her neck and trims her nails. But I still don't get it because I hold her when she's getting her nails trimmed and I tagged along on all the times she goes to the vet. Silly cat.
About Me
- Cosmo Pluffkin
- The Milky Way Galaxy, Planet Earth, United States
- I'm a Catholic Christian, creative curly-haired, cat/hat lover who is awesomely random and randomly awesome. Read my wonderful writings, listen to my mystical music, enjoy my beautiful blog...
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
I Just Broke 1000!
See, I just broke 1000!
I'm kidding. I really just broke 1000 pageviews. And I still have 8 followers. Just saying...
So... nothing new has happened this week. I've drawn some animals and maybe I'll scan them and put them on my blog...doesn't sound likely since I'm such a lazy butt. BUT I'm really close to finishing reading The Help. It's getting sad and happy and better and awesomer the more I read it!
What did I do today...let's see... I smashed a mosquito this morning. I woke up with a buzzing in my ear and some how I manged to kill it in the dark with my eyes closed and without getting a single bug bite. That's still not very interesting.
My sister is doing this SAT prep thing. Also not interesting. Helpful, but not really what I want to listen too (plugs ear buds in).
I'm not sure what to blog... You probably have lost interest with this blog now. But that's what happens when you blog about your life.
This is what sounds interesting:
I woke up in the morning and, oh my goodness, I'm standing on the ceiling! My cat stares at me like I've gone mad, but really I've only gone crazy. Suddenly, the ceiling falls out from under me and I'm sent tumbling into the sky. A black hole sucks up the entire universe causing me to lose at the video game I was playing. Because obviously, quite obviously I'm odd. That's why I look so strrrraaaaaaanggggeee!!!! Okay I'm done. This isn't interesting. All I can here is logic, logic, logic. Maybe I should go to Switzerland since I'm certain they don't have to do the SAT. Not that I'm doing it this year...I don't think. I'm going to re-read one of my stories because I feel like I had a good idea for it and I might be able to change it and make it much more plausible.
Here, have a random story:
Maybe while I'm modifying this, I'll post more.
So... nothing new has happened this week. I've drawn some animals and maybe I'll scan them and put them on my blog...doesn't sound likely since I'm such a lazy butt. BUT I'm really close to finishing reading The Help. It's getting sad and happy and better and awesomer the more I read it!
What did I do today...let's see... I smashed a mosquito this morning. I woke up with a buzzing in my ear and some how I manged to kill it in the dark with my eyes closed and without getting a single bug bite. That's still not very interesting.
My sister is doing this SAT prep thing. Also not interesting. Helpful, but not really what I want to listen too (plugs ear buds in).
I'm not sure what to blog... You probably have lost interest with this blog now. But that's what happens when you blog about your life.
This is what sounds interesting:
I woke up in the morning and, oh my goodness, I'm standing on the ceiling! My cat stares at me like I've gone mad, but really I've only gone crazy. Suddenly, the ceiling falls out from under me and I'm sent tumbling into the sky. A black hole sucks up the entire universe causing me to lose at the video game I was playing. Because obviously, quite obviously I'm odd. That's why I look so strrrraaaaaaanggggeee!!!! Okay I'm done. This isn't interesting. All I can here is logic, logic, logic. Maybe I should go to Switzerland since I'm certain they don't have to do the SAT. Not that I'm doing it this year...I don't think. I'm going to re-read one of my stories because I feel like I had a good idea for it and I might be able to change it and make it much more plausible.
Here, have a random story:
There
was once a girl that nobody knew anything about. She just seemed to have randomly
appeared. She came to a small town in Tennessee
and settled down. Nobody knew where she
came from. She started working for a guy
named Jim. He owned a small pet store
but was getting to old to sweep the floor and the girl had appeared just one
day after the “Now Hiring” sign went up.
Jim was the only person that the girl ever talked to.
There
was, also, once a boy that everybody knew basically everything about. His name was Jack Sunshine. He had always traveled the world and had been
famous ever since he wrote his first song at age twelve. He lived with his parents in a small cottage
in the country during the summer.
He also
owned three domestic cats and a dog.
“Oh,
honey?” his mom called.
“Yes?”
he yelled back from his room.
“Could
you run to the pet store and pick up a bag of cat food?”
“Now?”
He looked up from his music sheet for his new song, Molten Lava Heart. It didn’t sound half as good without the rest
of the band playing with him.
“Yes,
‘now’! Fargo is starving and I didn’t realize that we ran out of cat food until
now.”
“But,
why can’t you do it?”
“I’m
busy! I just had a major idea for the
book I’m writing.”
There
was no arguing when Mrs. Sunshine had an idea for a book. She was also famous. But she was a famous author, not a song
writer. When she had a breakthrough for
her book, there was no stopping her.
Once she had even walked out of a wedding just so she could write her
new idea down on a napkin. That was all
rather a waste, since her husband Jerry used it for the coffee stain he got on
his shirt driving home.
Jack was
not quite ready enough to drive a car.
He only had his driving permit, which was useless when his mother kept
having a huge idea for her book. He
jumped onto his bike and sped off to the store dodging pedestrians along the
way.
Jack
used to enjoy living in the country when he was younger because he always had
peace and quiet here. It wasn’t roaring
with fans as much as living in New York City was. Now he didn’t like it as much as he used
to. He missed the parties and the noise
and his friends. There was no one to
talk to here. It was too quiet for him.
Everybody
knew everybody in this town, which is why it was surprising when he walked into
the pet store to find an unfamiliar face.
He
pushed open the door to the store, which tinkled merrily in the July heat. The large neon OPEN sign blinked welcomingly
from the large window.
“Hello!”
an old voice creaked from the check-out counter, “My best costumer! Welcome!”
“Hey.”
Jack said emotionlessly. He walked
subconsciously around the store to the pet food aisle. He grabbed the cheapest bag of cat food and
ambled over to the counter. He was
thinking about his last concert and his newest songs. He was pondering what to do for his friend’s
birthday that was coming up, and a movie someone wanted him to star in, and—
“Who
are you?” Jack said. He then realized just how rude his outburst
must have sounded.
“I’ve
been called many names…” she looked lost in thought. She was wiping the windows of the store with
Windex and a paper towel. Her brown hair
was matted and unusually dirty, “I’m sorry,” She said, “don’t listen to
me. Just talking to myself, heh heh.”
She grimaced and went back to wiping her window.
Jack
shrugged, just a new girl.
“That’ll
be five ninety five.” Jim said in his jolly southern accent. Jack pulled out the six dollars that his mom
gave him and cupped his hand to receive the change. He shoved the coins into his pocket and
walked out of the store. He was thinking
so much about his career and his friends that he forgot to take the bag of food
with him.
…
…
Later
on that evening, Jack tried to compose a new song, when his sister started
knocking violently on his door.
“Rebecca,
I don’t want to play with you right now.” He popped a couple of ear buds into
his ears and turned up the music loud enough so he couldn’t hear his sister
yelling at him, “Your eyes shine like the sun.
You must be the one, you must be the one” he sang along to his song.
“Jack!
There’s someone at the door!” Rebecca screamed.
He heard her this time.
Tearing
his ear buds out he opened up the door only wide enough to stick his head out.
“Why don’t you open it then?”
“Because
the weirdo wants you, not me.” She
said hoarsely.
“What
weirdo?” he mumbled closing the bedroom door behind him. He hurried down the stairs and swung the door
open, “Whadda ya want?” he said rudely.
“Oh! Sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you! But, honestly, when are you going to learn to
be less rude?” it was the girl from the pet store. Her hair was straightened out now but was
still dirty looking.
“When
you learn to be less random.” He sighed and shook his head, “Did you need
something?”
“No, it
was rather that you needed something.
You forgot your cat food.”
“Oh.”
He said, embarrassed, “Thanks, I guess…”
“No
prob. ‘Night!” she said turning around to leave.
“Wait!”
He shouted as it occurred to him, “You never told me your name!”
Her
reply was mumbled so he couldn’t hear.
He watched her until she turned the corner. The sky was pastel. The sun was setting causing a shadow to fall
over the house. A car’s lights flashed
by him and parked in the driveway across the street. Jack sighed.
Maybe while I'm modifying this, I'll post more.
Monday, May 28, 2012
IDK what 2 blog about
So that means... PICTURE TIME!!!!! MWA HA HA!!!!
And here are some things I made on Minecraft a long time ago. They are all made of wool. and I don't thing I can get to that world anymore. But aren't they cute?
Then there are some weird things that happened during the old day of Minecraft...
Weird huh? Okay so, if you don't understand the pictures: The first three pictures are some dumb error that when you break a block it appears to be there, but then you can fall into the space and the picture shows what happens when that happens. The next picture is me breaking an invisible block. Then there's my character that fell inside a block. Next is a squid that spawned inside of a waterfall. And then me standing on top of an invisible block. The last two are water that spawned funny so that the water wouldn't flow into the empty space like it was supposed to.
Oh! I have a mouse!
Okay that's enough Minecraft for now. My brother wants to be played with...
Then there are some weird things that happened during the old day of Minecraft...
Weird huh? Okay so, if you don't understand the pictures: The first three pictures are some dumb error that when you break a block it appears to be there, but then you can fall into the space and the picture shows what happens when that happens. The next picture is me breaking an invisible block. Then there's my character that fell inside a block. Next is a squid that spawned inside of a waterfall. And then me standing on top of an invisible block. The last two are water that spawned funny so that the water wouldn't flow into the empty space like it was supposed to.
Okay that's enough Minecraft for now. My brother wants to be played with...
Sunday, May 27, 2012
It's time to watch a movie, it's time to pop the corn, it's time for Cocacola on the Cosmo Show tonight!
JUST KIDDING. Oh, it's thundering. I used to be afraid of thunder and lightning. Then there was this one day when I was at Drama Camp and it was thundering really hard and...I didn't even flinch. It's cool when you get over old fears. And then you have my ridiculous fear of roller coasters that I should not have, but I do, and I still haven't gotten over it. But I road Test Track and loved that ride and I road Big Thunder Mountain, which was fine but I kept screaming, "DIE DIE DIE!!!" until my voice went hoarse which is the reason that I don't enjoy screaming. But I don't have to worry, because my brother takes over that job for me. At least he doesn't sing like Justin Beiber.
I'm sorry, but I can't help that when I hear him singing on the radio that I think, "Hmm....I wonder what girl sings this song. Nope, can't be Taylor Swift, definitely not southern. Nope, not Selena Gomez or Demi Lavato, I would recognize the voice." Then it hits me, "Oh, it's Justin Beiber! Sorry Justin!" He should start sounding like a guy soon. Apparently most people just liked him for his hairdo. Then he got a hair cut and his fan count dramatically fell. I never really cared for his music as much as other people music, but it's not as awful as some people's music can be. But I definitely think he shouldn't be rapping.
But Chris August's candy rap is hilarious! It's worth looking up. Trust me.
AH! I just did Google Gravity because Muppet blogged about it. So then I ended up flinging bits of Google everywhere. It's easy! Go on Google, type "Google Gravity" and click on "I'm feeling lucky!" and then, there you are watching Google decompose so that you can fling the pieces around.
I wonder what the "I'm feeling lucky!" button does besides Google Gravity... Maybe Muppet knows since she's the Queen of the Internet when it comes to surfing it.
So.
My dad made it so that my computer is brighter on one screen and now every thing is so bright. Like, Cosmo almost doesn't look gray on the title picture and text appears to shrink.
Oh! I just remembered! I'm not allergic to shrimp anymore!!! Sooooooooooooooo exciting!!!! I don't know if I've said that before because I get everything that has to do with the computer confused. But this means that the only thing that I'm (barely) allergic to is pollen!
How do I know I'm not allergic? Because at my grandparent's house we had this country boil thing that had sausage, corn, onions, garlic, potatoes, and SHRIMP. And I looked at the shrimp and thought, "why don't I just go all out there and try one." and I never suffered anything from them! I didn't think I would still be allergic to shellfish since the last time I had them was when I was two or something. I can't remember it's been so long. But I've heard that a lot of childhood allergies wear off. I just didn't want to risk trying stuff. But I realized a while ago that I couldn't be completely allergic since I'd had a piece of broccoli that fell out of a Chinese food container that contained shrimp, but I wasn't really sure how much allergic. But now I'm not at all and...
Now I'm rambling again, and I'm sorry, but you can get over it because this is really exciting! I should celebrate and go to Red Lobsters!!!
I'm sorry, but I can't help that when I hear him singing on the radio that I think, "Hmm....I wonder what girl sings this song. Nope, can't be Taylor Swift, definitely not southern. Nope, not Selena Gomez or Demi Lavato, I would recognize the voice." Then it hits me, "Oh, it's Justin Beiber! Sorry Justin!" He should start sounding like a guy soon. Apparently most people just liked him for his hairdo. Then he got a hair cut and his fan count dramatically fell. I never really cared for his music as much as other people music, but it's not as awful as some people's music can be. But I definitely think he shouldn't be rapping.
But Chris August's candy rap is hilarious! It's worth looking up. Trust me.
AH! I just did Google Gravity because Muppet blogged about it. So then I ended up flinging bits of Google everywhere. It's easy! Go on Google, type "Google Gravity" and click on "I'm feeling lucky!" and then, there you are watching Google decompose so that you can fling the pieces around.
I wonder what the "I'm feeling lucky!" button does besides Google Gravity... Maybe Muppet knows since she's the Queen of the Internet when it comes to surfing it.
So.
My dad made it so that my computer is brighter on one screen and now every thing is so bright. Like, Cosmo almost doesn't look gray on the title picture and text appears to shrink.
Oh! I just remembered! I'm not allergic to shrimp anymore!!! Sooooooooooooooo exciting!!!! I don't know if I've said that before because I get everything that has to do with the computer confused. But this means that the only thing that I'm (barely) allergic to is pollen!
How do I know I'm not allergic? Because at my grandparent's house we had this country boil thing that had sausage, corn, onions, garlic, potatoes, and SHRIMP. And I looked at the shrimp and thought, "why don't I just go all out there and try one." and I never suffered anything from them! I didn't think I would still be allergic to shellfish since the last time I had them was when I was two or something. I can't remember it's been so long. But I've heard that a lot of childhood allergies wear off. I just didn't want to risk trying stuff. But I realized a while ago that I couldn't be completely allergic since I'd had a piece of broccoli that fell out of a Chinese food container that contained shrimp, but I wasn't really sure how much allergic. But now I'm not at all and...
Now I'm rambling again, and I'm sorry, but you can get over it because this is really exciting! I should celebrate and go to Red Lobsters!!!
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Pumpkin Pie Yogurt Pops!!
Why? Because my sisters made them yesterday. And I ate them. And I felt like having the same title as my other two sisters to be funny. Are you laughing? Probably not. Oh well, I can't be funny all the time.
You can check out the full story of Pumpkin Pie Pops here:
http://revolutionaries.tumblr.com/post/23772889238/pumpkin-pie-yogurt-pops
Or here:
http://juniperstable.blogspot.com/2012/05/pumkin-pie-yogurt-pops.html
I loved them. They were amazing! The spices and tangy Greek yogurt went together so well. I know what you're thinking, "Pumpkin Pie? In summer????" Yes. Because we had canned pumpkin. So why not use it? Next I think they might make some kiwi pops since we have a bowl full of them. That would be nice.
AHHHHHH PEACHES PEACHES PEACHES AND PEACHES!!!!!!! That's what it feels like now. Dinner: couscous with peaches and pork chops with a tangy peach sauce. Drink: Peach Tea. Breakfast: Peachy Keen beignets. And for you who don't know what a beignet is, it's a square of dough that's fried and then sprinkled with powdered sugar. But if you like beignets, go here:
http://cottagetreehouse.blogspot.com/2012/05/friday-favoriteyummy-food.html
Don't worry, I guarantee all of these blogs are safe. I wouldn't lie to you and post a fake link to a some stupid video or virus or something. I'm a good person and you can trust me with most things... Except beignets!!! MWA HA HA!!!
Random person: here. Could you hold on to these beignets for me? Thanks.
Cosmo: certainly (snickers)
Random person (five minutes later): Hey! Where are my beignets?
Cosmo: What beignets?
RP: The ones I just gave you!
Cosmo: Oh! Those beignets (licks incriminating powder sugar off whiskers)! I haven't seen them.
RP: HOW COULD YOU!!!?????
Cosmo: How could I what?
RP: You ate my beignets, didn't you?
Cosmo: Perhaps. Oh look! Are those beignets over there (flees crime scene)?
RP: (looking around) Huh? That's not a beignet!!
Duck: A duck walked up to a lemonade stand and he said to the man running the stand, "Hey! Got any beignets?"
RP: Well, I used too! But somebody had too--Hey, wait a second! Where did that cat go?
Cosmo: MWA HA HA!!! THE BEIGNETS!!! THEY ARE MINE!!!!
Moral: Do not let me borrow your beignets, or else you will never see them alive again! MWA HA HA!
end of story
I got this new awesome sketch book thing! It teaches how to draw realistic animals. Like: sheep, deer, elk, giraffes, elephants, dogs, wolves, cats, tigers, lions, ducks, eagles, owls, raccoons, squirrels, leopards, cheetahs, and lots of other creatures. So I should probably go try it out and stuff.
You can check out the full story of Pumpkin Pie Pops here:
http://revolutionaries.tumblr.com/post/23772889238/pumpkin-pie-yogurt-pops
Or here:
http://juniperstable.blogspot.com/2012/05/pumkin-pie-yogurt-pops.html
I loved them. They were amazing! The spices and tangy Greek yogurt went together so well. I know what you're thinking, "Pumpkin Pie? In summer????" Yes. Because we had canned pumpkin. So why not use it? Next I think they might make some kiwi pops since we have a bowl full of them. That would be nice.
AHHHHHH PEACHES PEACHES PEACHES AND PEACHES!!!!!!! That's what it feels like now. Dinner: couscous with peaches and pork chops with a tangy peach sauce. Drink: Peach Tea. Breakfast: Peachy Keen beignets. And for you who don't know what a beignet is, it's a square of dough that's fried and then sprinkled with powdered sugar. But if you like beignets, go here:
http://cottagetreehouse.blogspot.com/2012/05/friday-favoriteyummy-food.html
Don't worry, I guarantee all of these blogs are safe. I wouldn't lie to you and post a fake link to a some stupid video or virus or something. I'm a good person and you can trust me with most things... Except beignets!!! MWA HA HA!!!
Random person: here. Could you hold on to these beignets for me? Thanks.
Cosmo: certainly (snickers)
Random person (five minutes later): Hey! Where are my beignets?
Cosmo: What beignets?
RP: The ones I just gave you!
Cosmo: Oh! Those beignets (licks incriminating powder sugar off whiskers)! I haven't seen them.
RP: HOW COULD YOU!!!?????
Cosmo: How could I what?
RP: You ate my beignets, didn't you?
Cosmo: Perhaps. Oh look! Are those beignets over there (flees crime scene)?
RP: (looking around) Huh? That's not a beignet!!
Duck: A duck walked up to a lemonade stand and he said to the man running the stand, "Hey! Got any beignets?"
RP: Well, I used too! But somebody had too--Hey, wait a second! Where did that cat go?
Cosmo: MWA HA HA!!! THE BEIGNETS!!! THEY ARE MINE!!!!
Moral: Do not let me borrow your beignets, or else you will never see them alive again! MWA HA HA!
end of story
I got this new awesome sketch book thing! It teaches how to draw realistic animals. Like: sheep, deer, elk, giraffes, elephants, dogs, wolves, cats, tigers, lions, ducks, eagles, owls, raccoons, squirrels, leopards, cheetahs, and lots of other creatures. So I should probably go try it out and stuff.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Apples to Apples
Wacky
Brutal
Unnatural
Precious
Eerie
Cuddly
Sluggish
What do these words have in common? Apples to Apples! But we have this thing that we do at the end of playing Apples to Apples where we read the green cards we won like this, "I am wacky, brutal, unnatural, precious, eerie, cuddly, and sluggish." So that is what I am. Then I kept saying, "What planet am I from?"
And, since we were playing SOUR Apples to apples, my sister put down the card "wacky" so I put down Wac-a-mole!
Well, I'm eating coconut and it's about time to play Beatles Rock Band, so Adios!
Brutal
Unnatural
Precious
Eerie
Cuddly
Sluggish
What do these words have in common? Apples to Apples! But we have this thing that we do at the end of playing Apples to Apples where we read the green cards we won like this, "I am wacky, brutal, unnatural, precious, eerie, cuddly, and sluggish." So that is what I am. Then I kept saying, "What planet am I from?"
And, since we were playing SOUR Apples to apples, my sister put down the card "wacky" so I put down Wac-a-mole!
Well, I'm eating coconut and it's about time to play Beatles Rock Band, so Adios!
BUNNIES
Check it out!
The baseball one is the cutest! Okay so. I should blog more. BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH... there, I blogged some more! not that that is what you want to hear but, you know!
We used to have three bunnies. Then one died. Then we got another one. Then a different one died. Then the new one died. And that brings us to the one we own now. Who is now 12 years old and FYI that is really old in bunny years.
Then you have cats. Before I was born, my parents got two kitties. One got sick and died. Then we got two other cats (Sammy and Sunny). We couldn't get just one of them because they were brother and sister. And apparently they had another sibling named Cinnamon which funny since Muppet owns a cat named Cinnamon. Then there was Cosmo who randomly appeared on our doorstep as a small kitten several years ago on May 24 or something. I would know because we were about to get in the car and go to the homeschool convention. Which my mom went to yesterday. So then after the story of Cosmo (which I'm fairly certain I've told you before) our oldest cat died. She lived to be nineteen. That is ancient in cat years.
We used to have three bunnies. Then one died. Then we got another one. Then a different one died. Then the new one died. And that brings us to the one we own now. Who is now 12 years old and FYI that is really old in bunny years.
Then you have cats. Before I was born, my parents got two kitties. One got sick and died. Then we got two other cats (Sammy and Sunny). We couldn't get just one of them because they were brother and sister. And apparently they had another sibling named Cinnamon which funny since Muppet owns a cat named Cinnamon. Then there was Cosmo who randomly appeared on our doorstep as a small kitten several years ago on May 24 or something. I would know because we were about to get in the car and go to the homeschool convention. Which my mom went to yesterday. So then after the story of Cosmo (which I'm fairly certain I've told you before) our oldest cat died. She lived to be nineteen. That is ancient in cat years.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Sorry About the Dreariness!
My life just has been a pile of knotted yarn right now and I'm trying to untangle it. I guess it wouldn't be very honest of me to hide all of my feelings from my blog. I just need some encouragement right now. I need a smile, a nod of a head, a smile, a hug, a smile, some sunshine, a smile...Have I mentioned a smile?
I'm very sensitive to emotion. I don't show it often, though. I hate it when people are upset. It kills me when I can't make a frown a smile. I want to make people's lives better; not worse. And when I annoy people, part of me is just goofing off to try and make them smile. Sometimes I unconsciously repeat a phrase in a ridiculous voice for my own amusement. Sometimes I annoy people out of pure boredom. I don't irritate people on purpose to see them glare at me for repeating the same obnoxious noise. It brings no joy to make someone upset.
You have to be truly heartless to be able to strike someone down with the intention of seeing them cry and to purposely make them hate you. Hurtful words or fists can't create any joy. But there is a difference between those unhelpful, hurtful words and those helpful, words that none of us want to hear.
It's getting very difficult to write this blog post because my computer just had to be by the TV. I'm trying to explain my situation but it's very difficult with so much noise behind me. ARGH! And now it's time for dessert.
I just want to vent about this week because it's been such a hard one for me. Everyone has those weeks that you just can't wait for it to end. Right now all I want is to see flowers, sunshine, grass, and rainbows. I just want some happiness.
This is one of those weeks that feels like it's taking a lifetime to live through.
I'm very sensitive to emotion. I don't show it often, though. I hate it when people are upset. It kills me when I can't make a frown a smile. I want to make people's lives better; not worse. And when I annoy people, part of me is just goofing off to try and make them smile. Sometimes I unconsciously repeat a phrase in a ridiculous voice for my own amusement. Sometimes I annoy people out of pure boredom. I don't irritate people on purpose to see them glare at me for repeating the same obnoxious noise. It brings no joy to make someone upset.
You have to be truly heartless to be able to strike someone down with the intention of seeing them cry and to purposely make them hate you. Hurtful words or fists can't create any joy. But there is a difference between those unhelpful, hurtful words and those helpful, words that none of us want to hear.
It's getting very difficult to write this blog post because my computer just had to be by the TV. I'm trying to explain my situation but it's very difficult with so much noise behind me. ARGH! And now it's time for dessert.
I just want to vent about this week because it's been such a hard one for me. Everyone has those weeks that you just can't wait for it to end. Right now all I want is to see flowers, sunshine, grass, and rainbows. I just want some happiness.
This is one of those weeks that feels like it's taking a lifetime to live through.
Stocking Up Some Memories For A Rainy Day
You know What I'm talking about: those cheery memories of random people doing certain things: a little boy at Disney World playing with his Stitch plushy while waiting to get on the Pirates ride, a little kid trying to get a cinnamon roll off at buffet that's twice as tall, a dad jumping on a trampoline with his kids... that sort of thing. And you don't even know the people, but you just remember those moments in time when you're feeling desperate for a little sunshine.
Sometimes it's just nice to know that there's still some sugar left in the corners of an empty dessert tray. Sometimes I'll catch a really good song that I like a lot on the radio, but I don't know what the song is or who wrote the song, I just know that I like the lyrics.
Then you have those days where all you want is a big hug. From anyone. Then there are those days that you feel that way, and everyone is arguing and angry at each other and all you want to do is scream. But you know that you shouldn't scream. Or cry or yell or kick or punch or roll on the ground in anger. You just stand there, hoping you can hold yourself together a little longer. You look around but all you can see is a big gray wall. You try to break down the wall but it's too thick. Only God can save you now. You start praying hard. You pray harder. You pray that your prayer are audible to God. You pray that everything will turn out right. You know that only after it rains is a rainbow able to appear. You can't wait for it all to end. But it won't end. It continues. You battling the wall; or is it the wall battling you? You can't tell anymore. After being exposed to this great wall for so long, you've developed calluses and scars, some of which only you can see. Your sleep is restless some nights and other nights, you fall asleep and awake, what feels like twenty minutes later, and it's morning. You've become like a rock, getting tougher each time you are exposed to that wall. You feel like this has become routine.
But one day you wake up and it's gotten much, much worse. The wall is collapsing on top of you and you can't stand up anymore. You fall to your knees, your face; you cry out for mercy. You are getting buried in a heap of garbage. Your life is caving in right on top of you. Suddenly, a sound! A sweet sound! Someone is picking up the stones and throwing them to the side to uncover you. They pull you to your feet and dust you off. You've defeated the wall, you think, but really it was only the beginning. It happens again and again and again. You are so sick and tired. Soon you find yourself burrowing deeper in the heap of bricks and concrete just so that you don't have to do this all over again. You just want to die inside of the garbage. You don't care if you make it to heaven or not; you just want it to be all over now. You want to be free of the wall. When will it end? Only God knows.
It's on these sorts of days that you pull out all of the files in your brain that contain anything positive. But you pull the files out and they all are blank. You can't see anything through your pain. You pull out the negative memories and you can see them as if they happened yesterday.
No one's effort can stop the wall from consuming you. You shout in anger. You say, "Help me God! Catch me! I'm falling." you can't drop farther under the rubble. Can somebody please end this? You don't want to get up again. You don't want to try for fear that you will fail once again. You don't want to see the light any longer, all you've seen is darkness. You don't want to see that wall anymore. You would rather squander about in the pieces of junk than face the wall again. There you stay. People see you and try to pull you out and eventually you give in to their pleas and try again. But you don't want to. You're getting weaker now. You think about how strong you were before, but now that you've been over exposed to the torture of the wall you start to feel weary. You've tried so hard.
But wait! The wall is weakening! If you try again you might defeat the wall! It gets weaker, and weaker and; what do you know? it's gone! You've finally won.
Sometimes it's just nice to know that there's still some sugar left in the corners of an empty dessert tray. Sometimes I'll catch a really good song that I like a lot on the radio, but I don't know what the song is or who wrote the song, I just know that I like the lyrics.
Then you have those days where all you want is a big hug. From anyone. Then there are those days that you feel that way, and everyone is arguing and angry at each other and all you want to do is scream. But you know that you shouldn't scream. Or cry or yell or kick or punch or roll on the ground in anger. You just stand there, hoping you can hold yourself together a little longer. You look around but all you can see is a big gray wall. You try to break down the wall but it's too thick. Only God can save you now. You start praying hard. You pray harder. You pray that your prayer are audible to God. You pray that everything will turn out right. You know that only after it rains is a rainbow able to appear. You can't wait for it all to end. But it won't end. It continues. You battling the wall; or is it the wall battling you? You can't tell anymore. After being exposed to this great wall for so long, you've developed calluses and scars, some of which only you can see. Your sleep is restless some nights and other nights, you fall asleep and awake, what feels like twenty minutes later, and it's morning. You've become like a rock, getting tougher each time you are exposed to that wall. You feel like this has become routine.
But one day you wake up and it's gotten much, much worse. The wall is collapsing on top of you and you can't stand up anymore. You fall to your knees, your face; you cry out for mercy. You are getting buried in a heap of garbage. Your life is caving in right on top of you. Suddenly, a sound! A sweet sound! Someone is picking up the stones and throwing them to the side to uncover you. They pull you to your feet and dust you off. You've defeated the wall, you think, but really it was only the beginning. It happens again and again and again. You are so sick and tired. Soon you find yourself burrowing deeper in the heap of bricks and concrete just so that you don't have to do this all over again. You just want to die inside of the garbage. You don't care if you make it to heaven or not; you just want it to be all over now. You want to be free of the wall. When will it end? Only God knows.
It's on these sorts of days that you pull out all of the files in your brain that contain anything positive. But you pull the files out and they all are blank. You can't see anything through your pain. You pull out the negative memories and you can see them as if they happened yesterday.
No one's effort can stop the wall from consuming you. You shout in anger. You say, "Help me God! Catch me! I'm falling." you can't drop farther under the rubble. Can somebody please end this? You don't want to get up again. You don't want to try for fear that you will fail once again. You don't want to see the light any longer, all you've seen is darkness. You don't want to see that wall anymore. You would rather squander about in the pieces of junk than face the wall again. There you stay. People see you and try to pull you out and eventually you give in to their pleas and try again. But you don't want to. You're getting weaker now. You think about how strong you were before, but now that you've been over exposed to the torture of the wall you start to feel weary. You've tried so hard.
But wait! The wall is weakening! If you try again you might defeat the wall! It gets weaker, and weaker and; what do you know? it's gone! You've finally won.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
AHHHHHH AWESOME NEW SONG!!!
That I wrote. so I was singing I Will Follow and I started inserting different words and stuff and it came up like this:
Where you go I'll go
When you walk, I'll walk
If you trip, I'll trip
Right on top of you.
Which reminds me of the time I started singing "Fall on your face" instead of "Fall on your knees." I blame Muppet for inspiring me to right songs about her tripping all the time. Actually, she hasn't tripped as many times as she's almost gotten run over by random objects. Like little toddlers or bikes or giant electric grapes!
Which I also started randomly singing:
Mozillo the armadillo oh oh oh! eight followers, eight followers oh oh!
So. That reminds me of when I re-worded Sherry:
Perry! Perry Platypus! Perry! Perry Platypus! Perry! Where is Perry tonight?
or something like that. And that reminds me of my rewrite of Jamie-Grace's Ready to Fly:
There's Sunny in my hair
And Cosmo 'round my neck
I'm ready to run away
There's Sunny in my hair
And Cosmo 'round my neck
I'm ready to run away
And there's more but I can't think with the music I'm listening to.
Where you go I'll go
When you walk, I'll walk
If you trip, I'll trip
Right on top of you.
Which reminds me of the time I started singing "Fall on your face" instead of "Fall on your knees." I blame Muppet for inspiring me to right songs about her tripping all the time. Actually, she hasn't tripped as many times as she's almost gotten run over by random objects. Like little toddlers or bikes or giant electric grapes!
Which I also started randomly singing:
Mozillo the armadillo oh oh oh! eight followers, eight followers oh oh!
So. That reminds me of when I re-worded Sherry:
Perry! Perry Platypus! Perry! Perry Platypus! Perry! Where is Perry tonight?
or something like that. And that reminds me of my rewrite of Jamie-Grace's Ready to Fly:
There's Sunny in my hair
And Cosmo 'round my neck
I'm ready to run away
There's Sunny in my hair
And Cosmo 'round my neck
I'm ready to run away
And there's more but I can't think with the music I'm listening to.
Hey, hey, hey! What can I say? It's just been one of those, one of those days
That used to be one of those annoying but catchy song that Spirit FM played constantly years ago but you don't hear a word of in this day and age. But really, that's just what today feels like. It's just one of those really off days and it feels like everything possible is going wrong, but you just can't explain what's going on. In or outside your mind.
It's on these sorts of days that I'm glad I'm addicted to music. There's always an inspirational and helpful song playing in my head. I practically memorize songs when I like them and, believe me, I like a lot of songs. So when I'm feeling down, God like sends a song into my head like a joyful dove.
There's so many good songs out there: Free to be me, Free, Blessings, Broken and Beautiful...and on and on. And there are so many great artists out there: Francesca Battistelli, Jamie-Grace, Toby Mac, Mark Schultz, Matt Maher, Barlow Girl...and on and on.
I'm sorry. Now it just feels like I'm rambling on about unimportant things but today just has been a bad day for me. I just feel like curling up in a ball under my bed and reading for the remainder of the day. But that would mean putting off the best exercise program in the world: Zumba. I felt so awful, I didn't even do my math today. I looked at the one problem I needed to correct and my mind is like, "You can't do this now." So I went off to read The Hiding Place. Which, note to self, isn't very smart if you are already depressed. And then both Corrie(the main character of The Hiding Place), and my day kept getting worse. Then I went to Hobby Lobby, so I couldn't stay upset. But here I am now grumbling on about my day!
It's on these sorts of days that I'm glad I'm addicted to music. There's always an inspirational and helpful song playing in my head. I practically memorize songs when I like them and, believe me, I like a lot of songs. So when I'm feeling down, God like sends a song into my head like a joyful dove.
There's so many good songs out there: Free to be me, Free, Blessings, Broken and Beautiful...and on and on. And there are so many great artists out there: Francesca Battistelli, Jamie-Grace, Toby Mac, Mark Schultz, Matt Maher, Barlow Girl...and on and on.
I'm sorry. Now it just feels like I'm rambling on about unimportant things but today just has been a bad day for me. I just feel like curling up in a ball under my bed and reading for the remainder of the day. But that would mean putting off the best exercise program in the world: Zumba. I felt so awful, I didn't even do my math today. I looked at the one problem I needed to correct and my mind is like, "You can't do this now." So I went off to read The Hiding Place. Which, note to self, isn't very smart if you are already depressed. And then both Corrie(the main character of The Hiding Place), and my day kept getting worse. Then I went to Hobby Lobby, so I couldn't stay upset. But here I am now grumbling on about my day!
Monday, May 21, 2012
Picture Time!!! Mwa Ha Ha Ha!!!
The sky! I think I just did that as an excuse to post cloud pictures. Look:
I should take more pictures with my camera. Oh look! I even took pictures of food!
Or is she looking at the legos below:
And What Do Cats Say?
MEOW!
But if I'm Cosmo the Pluffkin, that makes me a cat. And I say a lot more than just meow. I can say this:
928 page views from all over the world, and only eight followers. Seriously! People from United Kingdom, Russia, Germany, Slovakia, Malaysia...shall I go on? Probably not.
I could tell you about what happened last night at Youth Group. It's the last Youth Group of the year. So, we got to say goodbye to the seniors that graduated and are going off to college. They made all of us freshmen there pledge that we will keep coming to Youth Group after confirmation. I know that I will definitely keep going. I signed up to be part of the Youth Ministry Team. Which means I get to help do awesomeness at our church and welcome new peoples.
It was sad that day because I had to say goodbye to a good friend of mine. He's going to go to college really, really far away; like, in another whole state, far away. But, it's okay! 'Cause I got his email! YES!!!! Sorry, I'm just happy that I can actually keep in touch with him!
Well, I have to decide on a chorus of a song to sing for auditions on Wednesday for the musical I'm going to be in! I'm going to sing either Blessings or Beautiful Beautiful. It's hard to choose a song when you love so many. But I managed to narrow it down to Francesca Battistelli and Laura Story. Now I get to sing in front of my whole family to decide which one to sing. Wish me luck on that one! LOL
Well, I have places to go and things to do (NOT) !
But if I'm Cosmo the Pluffkin, that makes me a cat. And I say a lot more than just meow. I can say this:
928 page views from all over the world, and only eight followers. Seriously! People from United Kingdom, Russia, Germany, Slovakia, Malaysia...shall I go on? Probably not.
I could tell you about what happened last night at Youth Group. It's the last Youth Group of the year. So, we got to say goodbye to the seniors that graduated and are going off to college. They made all of us freshmen there pledge that we will keep coming to Youth Group after confirmation. I know that I will definitely keep going. I signed up to be part of the Youth Ministry Team. Which means I get to help do awesomeness at our church and welcome new peoples.
It was sad that day because I had to say goodbye to a good friend of mine. He's going to go to college really, really far away; like, in another whole state, far away. But, it's okay! 'Cause I got his email! YES!!!! Sorry, I'm just happy that I can actually keep in touch with him!
Well, I have to decide on a chorus of a song to sing for auditions on Wednesday for the musical I'm going to be in! I'm going to sing either Blessings or Beautiful Beautiful. It's hard to choose a song when you love so many. But I managed to narrow it down to Francesca Battistelli and Laura Story. Now I get to sing in front of my whole family to decide which one to sing. Wish me luck on that one! LOL
Well, I have places to go and things to do (NOT) !
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Hello Fuzz Balls!!!!!!
Yeah, so I felt the need to blog. Not that I have anything to blog ABOUT. But, you know, I'll find something interesting to talk about.
So I've been reading my friend R's blog some and I keep finding inspirational tidbits everywhere on it! Check this quote out:
Don’t you know, child, that even when you’re angry, discouraged, jealous, bitter, hopeless, annoyed, and mean, I still love you? I can understand you, so look at Me now, and ignore all the things the world is showing you. They’re not important, but you are important to Me. I will always be with you. You’re not alone.
great, right? And then it even has that one quote from The Help that goes:
"You is kind
You is smart
You is important"
And I was scrolling around in it and I even found my #1 favorite Bible verse in Jeremiah. But I can't remember the number...possibly 29:13 or something...Whatever. It was just cool, so...Yeah, you should check out her blog. Just click on my profile and click on the blog "He Loves Like a Hurricane" and it will take you there!
And then I saw a quote from one of Taylor Swift's songs: "All you wanted was to be wanted." love that quote. I just love her stuff. And Jamie-Grace. Two really good singers.
Well, darn. I can't really post an end picture because I'm not even blogging on my own computer. I'm on my grandparent's computer now. But the good news is that I can post a picture I drew of De Blob (the blob from a video game we once owned.) The character looked kind of like this:
The yellow blob is the player. The little gray things, I can't remember what they're called but I'm certain you can look it up for yourself if you'd like. I only remember that if you roll over them with the blob, it frees them from being held captive by the bad guy. And the spider-like thing, that's one of the bad guys on the game. And the blob can change the colors of the buildings. It was a fun game. I finished it. Before any of my siblings. And then there was a Ratatouille game we had that I finished before my brother and sisters too, but that was all.
Now my brother is doing the happy dance because a baseball team just got a grand slam or something to that effect and now they have four points and the other team playing them has two points.
Not that I really care about sports, but baseball is interesting. I had a friend who played softball.
Yeah... I want to post more pictures now but this computer just has a bunch of junk. See:
See what I mean? Let's see...
actually, this cat is cute...oh, that's weird... hold on a second, oh, that's better. My blog started making all my sentences links. Silly Blogger.
I really don't have much to say here. I think the art speaks for itself. It says: "Beware! I is a weird and scary being with a dangerous imagination! Watch out!" or something like that.
I went to a ministry meeting at my church because I'm an alter server and they wanted me there. I really didn't learn anything new that they hadn't taught me already when I went to the alter serving meeting the last time. So basically it was a waste of time, but it was another one of those unpredictable moments that God sticks in my life. One of my few friends I have at my church that actually talks to me (I'll call her Pikachu after her obsessive love of Pokemon), was there and she probably would have died of boredom if I didn't come. We listened to them yak on and on, but we were very uninterested because most of what the guy speaking at meeting said either (a didn't have to do with alter servers or (b we'd already heard before. So we were mostly making faces at each other and playing with our hands. Then we started doing the llama song with our hands because we were running out of interesting things to do with ourselves.
So I guess I was there for a reason besides that they told me to come...LOL.
Well that's enough for now!
So I've been reading my friend R's blog some and I keep finding inspirational tidbits everywhere on it! Check this quote out:
Don’t you know, child, that even when you’re angry, discouraged, jealous, bitter, hopeless, annoyed, and mean, I still love you? I can understand you, so look at Me now, and ignore all the things the world is showing you. They’re not important, but you are important to Me. I will always be with you. You’re not alone.
great, right? And then it even has that one quote from The Help that goes:
"You is kind
You is smart
You is important"
And I was scrolling around in it and I even found my #1 favorite Bible verse in Jeremiah. But I can't remember the number...possibly 29:13 or something...Whatever. It was just cool, so...Yeah, you should check out her blog. Just click on my profile and click on the blog "He Loves Like a Hurricane" and it will take you there!
And then I saw a quote from one of Taylor Swift's songs: "All you wanted was to be wanted." love that quote. I just love her stuff. And Jamie-Grace. Two really good singers.
Well, darn. I can't really post an end picture because I'm not even blogging on my own computer. I'm on my grandparent's computer now. But the good news is that I can post a picture I drew of De Blob (the blob from a video game we once owned.) The character looked kind of like this:
Now my brother is doing the happy dance because a baseball team just got a grand slam or something to that effect and now they have four points and the other team playing them has two points.
Not that I really care about sports, but baseball is interesting. I had a friend who played softball.
Yeah... I want to post more pictures now but this computer just has a bunch of junk. See:
actually, this cat is cute...oh, that's weird... hold on a second, oh, that's better. My blog started making all my sentences links. Silly Blogger.I really don't have much to say here. I think the art speaks for itself. It says: "Beware! I is a weird and scary being with a dangerous imagination! Watch out!" or something like that.
I went to a ministry meeting at my church because I'm an alter server and they wanted me there. I really didn't learn anything new that they hadn't taught me already when I went to the alter serving meeting the last time. So basically it was a waste of time, but it was another one of those unpredictable moments that God sticks in my life. One of my few friends I have at my church that actually talks to me (I'll call her Pikachu after her obsessive love of Pokemon), was there and she probably would have died of boredom if I didn't come. We listened to them yak on and on, but we were very uninterested because most of what the guy speaking at meeting said either (a didn't have to do with alter servers or (b we'd already heard before. So we were mostly making faces at each other and playing with our hands. Then we started doing the llama song with our hands because we were running out of interesting things to do with ourselves.
So I guess I was there for a reason besides that they told me to come...LOL.
Well that's enough for now!
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