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Friday, November 20, 2009

Friday Fillins #50

It's time for Friday Fillins! To do your own, find the link on my sidebar (or use this one), go to the post, copy and paste and fill in the blanks however you wish.

1. We need to worry less about problems and worry more about fixing them.
2. I saw a sunflower, and it made me smile.
3. If you want to be happy, make the journey the joy, because there will always be a new destination, and you will never stop travelling until the day you die.
4. Never give up; fight, do, BELIEVE... because if we don't, what chance do we have?
5. Massachusetts has a proposed 5% sales tax on elective cosmetic surgery; I think spending thousand of dollars and risking your life to have people chop up your body is a little weird, but whatever makes you happy.
6. Love and those you care for most makes for a happy holiday.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to reading the last in The Companions Quartet(!!!!), tomorrow my plans include playing in our new grass and maybe a bit of The Sims 3, and Sunday, I want to carpe diem ("seize/pluck the day" in Latin... which, by and by, is a language that a lot of really, really, and I mean, REALLY cynical people spoke. I've been reading these quips by some of them, and though a few are kind of cool, a lot of them just crack me up--I mean: "Everyone lives. Not everyone deserves to." "It's better to profit form a horrible example than to be one." "Life is short, but troubles make it longer." "When you have just climbed out of a deep well and are perched on top, you are in the greatest danger of falling in again." "It's stupid to complain about misfortune that is your own fault.".... etc. (which is actually a Latin expression--Et, Cetera, meaning 'And (et) the rest (cetera)')!

Have a great weekend!


Wednesday, November 18, 2009

I'M normal

It's everyone else that's weird.

Galaxy ;-)

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Curly! and Cut!

First, this post is a (alert! Alert!) !girly post! so, all you boys who read my blog BEWARE! Also, this post will be in deep contrast to my last one because today I'm chipper and high.

I have always been very, very proud of my near three-foot long hair; I say it's auburn, but it really doesn't have much red in it, so I suppose I am a brunette. Anyhow, my pride for my super-long hair probably comes from when I was a little girl, and I desperately wanted curly, long, blond hair, just like those fairy princesses. It made me so sad to see my straight, dull, short hair every time I looked in the mirror. One day, though, someone said (after I told her about how much I wanted something else) that she thought my hair was pretty. That set me thinking: this is my hair, it's part of who I am, it's how I started. So I can either hate it, or love it. I decided to love it, and take pride in it.

Of course, I never lost all of my fairy princess longings, which is why I grew my hair extra, extra long. It made me different from everyone else (not that homeschooling and being vegan doesn't, but most the people I hang out with are homeschoolers, and what you eat doesn't signify who you are quite like the way you choose to style your hair) and that made me happy. So, as I said in the second paragraph, I am very, very proud of my very long hair.

Why on Earth I decided to cut it, I'll never know... but I'm happy I did.
My hair is a 'normal' length now, and I suppose I don't like that about it, but it's cute, easier to manage and brush, and mom thinks it looks nicer... and I guess I sort of do too. I'll never dye my hair, or at least that's what I say now, but it is fun to curl it now and then, so, today and yesterday, because my hair isn't three feel long anymore, I was able to curl it, and both Mommy and Dad said it was cute! I mean, Mom saying that is awesome, but Dad... it's not like he never compliments me, but when it comes to 'girl stuff' (like hair, clothes, make-up--WHICH I DO NOT WEAR!!!) he's useless. It takes fifteen to twenty minutes for the results I like, but it's not so hard and I kind of like it. Sure, I'll wear it straight most of the time, but while I want to, I think I'll have it curly ;-)

Now for the part you've all been waiting for: The BOY RANT!

How is it I can cut near a foot off my hair, from lower than my waist to just at my chest level and they can't notice? These guys have seen me every week for years to film, play D&D and all sorts of things, yet they can't notice such a drastic change? Mom says she's died her hair from blond to red to bleach white and the guys she's known haven't noticed, and, I think I can see that happening. What is so different about their minds?

Then, I suppose I can't complain, because Daddy's cords and cables will always be a mystery to me. Aw well, I guess boys and girls are just different. And that, if you ask me, is a good thing.
The scary thing was when Brother1 came out of his room after getting dressed saying 'Does this shirt go with these pants?'; it did. And then there was that time he said black 'went with' some other color (can't remember which, sorry, but it did). I guess boys turn out a little... different with two older sisters.

Oh, and on the note of guys and girls: guys can read smaller print, but girls can hear better.

So, there you go! A post about hair, fairy princesses, accepting one's self and the battle of the sexes all in one. Just goes to show you how far my mind can wander.

Galaxy ;-)

Friday, November 13, 2009


When someone you love dies, you'll never get over it. I don't understand all those movies and books about 'moving passed' death... you can accept it, understand it as a fact and irreversible, even live your life, but you'll always have that emptiness, always have that grief.

Some days it's worse than others... some days you'll feel like you are going to be swallowed by a pit of despair and loneliness without the person you've lost. Some days you can almost pretend it never happened; you can almost forget... but it's still there, somewhere inside you.

It's something like if every night you hear the ticking of a clock; at first it's loud and clear, but after days upon days you can tune it out; it's still there though, and you can still hear it.

So you can ignore death, you can live your life and be happy, but you can never 'move passed' the loss of someone you love. They will always be part of you, and you will never forget.


Sunday, November 1, 2009

BOOM!--a Dream Post

I was in our back yard, then this silver, round-edged box fell from the sky. It was very large, around four times the size of a smallish TV. There was a screen on one edge with numbers counting down, but I wasn't fully aware of them. The beeping, however was very prominent.

Then Daddy was next to me, and he said the Chinese had dropped a bomb--the silver box. We just had the bad luck of having the backyard it landed in. Not that that makes a difference.

All the sudden Dad was gone, and it was like he had never been there. I started freaking out... I really didn't want to die; which was kind of surprising, since normally I don't fear death. I guess when you're facing it it's a little different.

So I ran; there's a door in my fence and that's the way I went. I hadn't gone two feet outside it when I remember that Dear Sister was still inside, and how could I possibly leave without her? I turned back, feeling terribly guilty and frightened. And then it was like she had never been there.

I really didn't know what to do... finally, I just curled up in a ball, my face in our grass. So I closed my eyes, my face in soft, green grass and prepared to die. I really thought it was real. It just felt so real. And then...

It stopped ticking.

I would love to end my post like that; it sounds so dramatic and cool. I'd love to tell you how I felt dieing, but I can't--because that's all that happened. It stopped ticking--and nothing happened!

Then I woke up.

I just had to post this because it was so... real. I really thought I was going to die. I was hoping that maybe someone would know what it means. The only thing I can think of is that I'm freaking out about something that is no big deal; making a mountain out of a mole hill... that sort of thing.

It's good to be alive!