Proverbs 29:4

By justice a king gives stability to the land; but he who imposes heavy taxes ruins it.

Philippians 2:14-15

"Do everything without grumbling or questioning that you may be blameless and innocent children of God without blemish in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation, among whom you shine like lights in the world."

Yay! One More Day!

Until confirmation, that is.  Now, you might be thinking, "Confirm-what?"  Confirmation is a sacrament in the Catholic church.  It's kind of like renewing your baptismal rights now that you're old enough to say it all for yourself.  It's nothing weird, really.  Basically I'm just saying, "Now I'm truly Catholic".  It's also about receiving the Gifts of the Holy Spirit (which are different from the Fruits of the Spirit which are produced from the Gifts of the Spirit).  I'm so excited!  But I'm more nervous.  It's tougher than it seems to say "yes" to your Faith at times.  I had a time where I sort of stumbled backwards and crawled on the floor looking for answers to all my questions and looking at simple things like they were the hardest things to see.  Of course I figured myself out now and sorted everything or else I would have turned away a long time ago.  But here I am.

Confirmation, here I come.

Leviticus 25:10

"This fifteenth year you shall make sacred by proclaiming liberty in the land for all its inhabitants."

Ladybug Nails!

My next nails should be more exciting.  Aren't they cute?  I've loved ladybugs for forever!  I can't remember when I didn't love them except for maybe when I was so little I didn't know what they were or something lol.  These nails take a steady hand (something that I don't have a lot of the time).  Again, I don't remember the name of this nail polish.  So your lady bugs will probably look different from mine in color but, hey, when did God ever make two completely identical objects?

Moving on, of course (unless you're color blind) you should be able to see that they're red.  But you may not know that this was the first coat lol.  Okay, then you should use a thin brush to do the next part which is much more delicate than painting your nails red.  Paint the black head on each nail and a stripe down the center of the ladybug's back.  your nails should look like this:

Add spots using a bobby pin.

and eyes (also with bobby pin).

Your nails should not look like the ones I painted here because I doubt anyone is made out of pixels lol.  Except people who aren't real or have been photo shopped and in that case are still not real.  But this is besides the point.  What your nails should look like are ladybugs.  And also adorable.  Unless you played Mario Kart Wii and now your nails are ruined.  But in that case, don't feel bad because I do that all the time.  Which of course is why I don't suggest it.  lol.

Happy painting to you!

Colossians 2:8

"See to it that no one captivate you with an empty, seductive philosophies according to human tradition, according to the elemental powers of the world and not according to Christ."

From Psalms 146:3

Put no trust in princes,
in mere mortals powerless to save.

Bible verse of the week

Acts 17:26:

He made from one the whole human race to dwell on the entire surface of the earth, and he fixed the ordered seasons and the boundaries of their regions...

Now I have to memorize it.  :) silly history.

It Rained

When I was little I used to think that when it rained, it was God crying for someone.

Here comes the Sun!

Ha ha!  That reminds me of this one sign I saw once!  It was sign for a church of some sort and it said:

"Weather forecast: God reigns, the Son shines"

So adorable.

So I saw Les Miserables last night.  We got the DVD from Netflix and watched half of it Thursday and the other half tonight.  It was spectacular!  Three words, Best Musical Ever!  The characters, cast, music... It was just awesome to watch it.

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Yeah, so I'm bored.  But I shouldn't feel bored.

I'm trying to finish reading The Help and label my blog posts.  I'm sure you've noticed that.  If you haven't, it's not that important of information.

I've also been writing, but you knew that.  Oh!  Today is May the fourth be with you!  We were planning on watching the third Star Wars movie...but our plans changed.  Yes, I still have not seen the third Star Wars movie.  I was too young to watch it the last time we tried to watch it together.  I think I could have handled it but I was just tired of my mom covering my eyes for half of it.  I want to watch the Dick Van Dyke Show.  Or Fractured Fairy tales.  But those are the shows that nobody else in my family likes except for my mother and me.

I feel like posting something funny I wrote.  It's from the story Diamond Gems that I was writing:

“Hey there, grizzly bear!” said the voice of a boy.  Both girls jumped, not expecting his intrusion.

“Harvey!  Don’t sneak up on me like that!” Diamond said, her face turning red.

“Jeez, sorry!” he said, “I just came to say hello to my favorite gem.” He puckered his lips for a quick kiss.  Diamond pushed his face away from hers.

“I don’t think so mister!  You know the rules at Youth Group.  No purpling.”

“Goodness.  Do you have to follow all of the rules?  Why not color outside the lines?”

“Maybe if the crayon was only pink; but my crayon isn’t going anywhere near your crayon and we both know that.”

“Okay, alright! I get it!  You don’t have to be so graphic about it!”

LOL.  Isn't it funny?  Okay, it probably isn't that funny...But I thought it was hilarious.

So I get to see Muppet tomorrow.  We're going to have a sleepover party thing and then in the morning I'm going to her church.  I guess she wanted to get back at me for when I brought her to my church.  But I probably posted that before.

But she's going to paint my nails like butterflies and cupcakes.  So I'll have to bring my camera to take pictures of them.  I don't think I've posted any pictures of my nails.  You probably are curious about how some of my nails turned out.  I can't show you all of them now because some photos are still on my camera but I can show you some of them. 

Let's see...

 Black and white stripes

Rainbow

 Black.  Notice that my toes are the same color and pattern.

Red and black french manicure thing

Red and black french manicure with white stripes

Awesome blue toes.  I think it's actually two different blues on top of each other

 Rainbow nails with black french manicure and rainbow toes with various intersecting stripes.  I ruined my right big toe's nail polish in this picture.  All of it was done by my friend Muppet's steady hand.  I had cute little presents for nails and a holly berry for Christmas on my nails.  I kept ruining my nails that night because we were watching the Nutcracker Prince that night and I kept falling asleep during that movie.

I'm going to Bodyflow with my family tonight.  YES!  My sister from college is HOME.  After that, I'm going to go spend some time at adoration.  Because you can't adore God enough, you know!  It's nice.  It's quiet and you can reflect on the past, your day, your family, your friends, you enemies.  It's kind of like meditating except the Lord is right there on the alter listening to your prayers.  Not that he isn't there any other time.  Because God is always listening.  I love Jeremiah 29:11-13.  Look it up for yourself.  Such inspiring words.

Have a Sunny day!

So Long!

I'm leaving for a little trip with my family.  Don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow!

So I  did in fact realize that I was going to post a link, but I never did.  For one, I forgot.  For two, I pasted the word

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What the, oh that's right.  Sorry about that.  I pasted the word mache in from Word so that it would have all the accents and things so I couldn't paste the link I have to go find it again.  Now the Blips above are from me writing my story.  I would paste a line of Blips in to separate the different world from each other.  If you don't understand, don't worry about it.  All you need to know is that I copied a whole bunch of Blips into blogger on accident because I thought it still had the word mache copied.

Anyhow, the link is:

http://bustedhalo.com/features/gaga-and-judas

It's about Lady Ga Ga and I know I said that I don't like her, but I changed my mind.  I just don't care for her music and I think she's creepy, as in intimidating in appearance.  But she has some pretty interesting messages in her songs.  I don't really know that much about her because I'm creeped out by her.  But on to better subjects:

So I realize that I had another thing to blog about.

My family took Muppet to my church so that she can see what it's like.  I think that she thought it was weird.  I can't really blame her though, I probably would feel the same way about her church.  She thought that the holy water font was a birdbath.  But I have to agree that one could describe it as looking like a birdbath.  I guess that makes me a bird, then.  Ha ha!  Now I know why they invented Twitter!

Then she came to Youth Group with me.  I think she enjoyed that.  Except she doesn't agree that Matthew is a cheater, but then again, I don't really think it says that he cheated people in the Bible.  It just says that he was a tax collector.  The bible didn't say that all tax collectors were cheaters.  But it doesn't say that he wasn't either.  I think that's just one of those questions that we'll just have to ask God when we make it to heaven.

I'm leaving soon so I better finish eating my apple that's sitting around turning brown.

Blogging on Blogs About Blogging

So I needed to thank my friend R for giving me the link to her blog.  Or rather, giving it to my mom so that she could give it to me.  I would have gotten it myself, but that would be breaking my fast from Facebook.  Plus I don't have her email.  Wait, that's a lie, I probably do have it.  Somewhere.  In the huge file named Drama Club, Drama Crew on my gmail account.  I was going to thank R by posting on her blog, but I don't know how to make Blogger work with Tumblr.  Which is why I'm not technically following her blog.  My sister whose at college would know how to do it.

Oh darn!  My sister at college isn't at college anymore!  She's not even in the same state as me anymore.  She went up north for some diplomacy class in Washington DC.  I am so jealous.  Or not.  Because it's school.  And she has to wear fancy suits and make up.  I don't like make up.  Nor is my etiquette good.  Or my grammar.  Or my spelling.  I would flunk.  Basically, I just want to go to DC and see all the fancy shmancy museums up there.  I'm certain you have to wear a suit just to enter those museums.

So, I have breaking news that should have been in a couple earlier blog posts.  That's that I told my mom that I have a crush.  I thought she would be angry or something.  But apparently my mother was happy.  So now I'm blogging about it because it probably won't matter anymore that I like a guy since he's going off to college soonishly.  Oh well, that means he'll get smart and stuff.  And probably forget about me.  That's life for you, don't expect anything or else you'll be disappointed.  Then you have the saying that one of the BodyFlow instructors said once.  It was probably just because the next track was abs, but I thought it was a great saying in all areas of life:

"If it were easy, you would be disappointed."

I wish he had a Facebook or that I knew his email or phone number or SOMETHING.  But I don't.  I could pray about it.  But I already have.  I asked my mom about it.  She suggested sending him a card.  That's nice.  Only I don't know what his address is.  Even if I lose him, there is one thing I must remember:

There we go.  That was close! Blogger started pitching a fit when I asked it, politely, to put that picture up.  So yeah.  Basically that's it.  And R posted on Facebook once:

"When you're drowning, remember that your lifeguard walks on water."  Best quote ever.  She is so inspirational.  She is the best person I ever friended on Facebook.  I would say Muppet is the best, but obviously if I didn't have Facebook we wouldn't miss out on any of our deep heart to heart conversations since most of them occur over email.  Plus I'm fasting.  When I went on yesterday, I spent five minutes on Muppet's wall and twenty minutes on R's wall.  She has so much to say.  And all of what she says is so good and so filled with God.  She's just amazing.

And Muppet is too.  Don't get me wrong.  I wouldn't have half the conversations with her that I do if she weren't.  But really, if I quote anybody on my blog, it's probably going to be R.

Cats, Music and Musical Cats

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=QH2-TGUlwu4

If you like cats and you like annoyingly cute music, you must listen to Nyan Cat.

If that's not your cup of tea, and you feel like Disney instead, go here for an awesome Cheshire Cat song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=ofbAmr4ydUE

And if you need something uplifting and you don't feel like cats at all, go here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=ofbAmr4ydUE

Hopefully these links will work.

Nothing is going on today...just school.  Basically the only new thing that has happened is that I went on a retreat at our church.  I made a surprise for Muppet but I can't say what it is because she'll probably read this and then have the surprise spoiled.

I could talk about our cat Sam and how he drives me bananas and pineapples.  He has left two presents for me this week...and if you know someone with cats or own one yourself you know that cat presents aren't ever good.  Like when I found that Sam knocked down my butterfly collection and when I walked into my room and there was an unpleasantly large dead lizard on my bedroom floor.  But at least he does something to get rid of the lizards that stray into our house.  Sunny (the black and white cat) sort of helps, but she's too scared of everything to actually attack a living creature.  Cosmo (the Tabby) is too lazy to do anything but eat, sleep and complain about how hungry she is.

I also drew a lovely picture of a heart that has something random I came up with written in it.  It's very nice and it has a good message.  See:

click the image to make it larger and therefore more readable.

Oh yeah, I want to remind you that its OKAY to comment on my posts.  If you have anything to say, say it!  I'm always open to hearing your comments.

I realized that I never put the first chapter of my latest story in my posts.  I am sorry about that.  I've been very busy and forgetful lately.  So here you are:

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 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.

There you go.  Well there's things to do, so toodle-loo caribou, as they say in Alaska! LOL

Theories and Stories

Yes, I have theories sometimes.  Yes, I write stories sometimes.  They aren't always affective, but I come up with them all the same.

Just today, I was walking down the staircase at Lifestyles and I said that, after the squat track that the instructor did, I felt like my feet were suction cups that I had to peel off the floor just to move.  I'm still getting over the sickness I had and now the worst is over.  Now I'm just coughing occasionally.

I realized today is Valentine's day.  I don't really care about Valentines day.  Once I realized that people thought it was more than exchanging candy and happy looking cards, I stopped liking it as much.  Valentine's day for some reason is about love.  Why is it that you only have one day of love?  Isn't life about love?  If nobody had any love, we would all be killing each other and therefore die out and the human race would go extinct.

I also stopped liking Valentine's day because of some of the people at youth group.  They thought that every girl in the universe had to have a boyfriend and if you didn't, there was something wrong with you.  Nobody at youth group seemed to like me for me; it was all about the cell phones and the newest technology and, wait a second, which baseball team do you like?  Wow that's stupid.  You are so stupid! you have never had a first kiss, WHAT? you mean your parents won't let you have a facebook?  Or a Tablet?  Or an I-phone?  You have to time yourself on the computer?  Only THIRTY MINUTES?  You have to TELL your parents when you go on the computer?  What kind of sheltered homeschooler are you?  Don't homeschoolers just sit inside their boxes and write papers all day?  Don't you ever get to socialize?  Don't you have friends?  Don't you like somebody? 

Well if people would stop insulting me and actually (Lord forbid) TALK to me and be nice to me, maybe I would socialize and have friends!

Ugh.

I have Muppet.  I only need one friend....one GOOD friend.

Now that I'm done ranting about the people who think I'm weird, I wanted to show you the first chapter of my second story.  And I realized, last time, that I put the title of the story itself and not the chapter name: AMY  That's what it's called if you want to know.  This story does not have chapter titles.  It's just called

Lightswitch

If you read the first sentence of this page you might, in fact, think the story inside it was lame.  Your mothers said don’t judge a book by its cover.  So, you didn’t.  You open it to the first page and read the very first sentence and decide that reading this book is not worth all of this trouble.  You close the book so that you can play a mindless video game.  By this point you probably haven’t even read this sentence that actually begins the story inside of this book.

                The child wept over a pile of lava.

By this point you think that the book is a complete waste of time.  Not only is it boring, it also makes completely no sense.  If you are an avid reader, you will continue to read, getting more out of the story than your book-hating friend.  If you have one, anyways.  Read on, please.

                The child wept over a pile of lava.  But, the child wasn’t a child.  It was a mountain, spouting lava out of it.  Or was it?  Shelly couldn’t tell.  She crept closer to the silhouette for a better look at it.  Both of her accusations were incorrect.

The figure was a boy crying.  But, he was crying lava.  Shelly was torn between reaching out to the boy or screaming and running.  She decided on screaming when she realized the boy was stone.  She ran back to her town to tell the mayor.  But the question was: would he believe her?  The answer was no.

                Shelly sat in her room after her parents finished scolding her for (a being late for dinner (b telling tall tales to the mayor and (c for humiliating everybody, including herself, in front of the mayor.  What Shelly needed was proof of the monster she found.

                She could go and capture him and bring him home.  That wouldn’t work well, though.  Not with being grounded for two days.  In that time, the rock beast could very well have enough time to escape.  She would have to break some rules.

                That night she opened up her window and escaped from her house.  Shelly walked back to the mountains where she had found the creature.  He wasn’t there.  His giant foot prints led into a cave.  A glow protruded from the mountain.  Eyes glared at her from within the crevice.  The giant beast stood up and took a step toward her.  This was surely the end.  Or was it?

This story is much better written than the other one.  I wonder if you have noticed any similarities in the feel of the stories.  If you don't now, you will later.

Stuff--otherwise known as the giant sock monkey from Super Scribblenauts

So I'm happy because I see that my facebook friends are growing.  Oops that sounds weird.  I'm getting more everyday is what I meant.

Sorry I haven't been blogging lately, but I've been gone a lot lately.  My brother had a Gym meet. He did pretty well considering he's been sick.

Sick?  Don't get me started!  Apparently all his friends are sick.  And apparently my friend that we usually do history co-op with has and ear infection and tonsilitis.  Bleh.  Now I get to do twice as many history tests next week since they're given every time we meet.  Every?  Like Everyman?  The play?  Thank goodness I don't have to act this thing out!  Can I just say that I'm getting sick now of English literature?  I can't tell what they're trying to say!  To many Thou's and Ye's.

BODYFLOW!  I CRAVE BODY FLOW!!!  I CRAVE A LONG RELAXATION!!!

I'm better now.

Progressive dinners are fun.  you should try them sometime.  You eat your appetizer at one house and your entree at the next.  Tons of fun.

Listened to Mark Schultz again.  Or at least until my computer restarted.  Stupid updates!

Cats!  Cats are cute!  Ew cat!  Really?  You just HAD to throw up there!  Oh, well the floors need to be cleaned anyways.

Well apparently only one person comented on the last post.  I think you can guess who.  Let me tell you, last night I dreamed that twenty people commented on my post.  How was I supposed to know I had less than two?  Oh well it was Muppet so it makes up for all the posts in the world.  Plus this was only the first time and I'm like the only person to comment on Muppet's blog.  What ever.  One day I'll be rich and famous, oh wait that was my dream.  No, my dream was about Thomas the Tank Engine of all things! And I was trying to save the world from them and these people that looked like tigers and dogs and apparently they were Egyptian mummies come back to life.  But you probably don't want to hear about that.

Pluff

I'm Cosmo!  Cosmo is awesome!  That means that I am awesome.

No, I AM is awesome.  No He is AWESOME.

No, no, no, no:

GOD IS AWESOME!

That's better.

Have a random picture.  BTW.  I drew that.  It's a secret how I drew it.  My only hint: Microsoft Paint. I'm certain my current audience already knows.  But someday I'll have a million fans!  Oh never mind...