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Sunday, February 13, 2011

It's been a while...

I watched this movie called Chaos Theory with Ryan Reynolds, which is why it led me to the movie in the first place. It's sad to think that feelgood movies are no longer really "in" when movie producers are looking at scripts. It's usually about action and sex, seriously. But this movie - I'm not going to reiterate the whole movie, but it makes you think. One small sum of time, per say, 10 minutes, could possibly alter your life. A small fragment of time, either given to you or taken away from you, is enough to, well, make you late for class, help you memorize all the bones of the skull, or find your loved one is cheating on you. Seriously. 10 minutes. 10 measly little minutes could do such damage. Why? 

I had to think about it for a while, but it's all a matter of what He has plan for us. A lot of people are probably rolling their eyes at me because fate is commonly the answer, but I truly believe that He has a plan for all of us. The good-doers. The bad-doers. The go-getters. The single ones. The ready ones. There is a plan. And some people are so quick to make decisions. "It's now or never!" Well how about patience is a virtue. A 16 year old had to remind me of that! Pathetic. People forget that the greatest things in life are those free and willing to wait. You can't put a price on friendship, family, or love. There's no such thing. And those who dare to try, well I'm sorry, you're idiots. 

So within the next 10 minutes - just write a small list, whether it be future aspirations or something you'd like accomplish tomorrow. Not a to-do list, but a serious list (nothing school related), and just jot down what you believe ought to be done in the future. Mend a relationship. Say you love them. Question why your car sounds the way it does. 

Always have faith in what you're doing is where you're meant to be. Just be patient.


Thursday, December 03, 2009

beautifuL

 


Monday, November 02, 2009

I got bored...Hello Xanga!

Graduated High School.
Kissed someone.
Smoked cigarettes.
Got so drunk you passed out.
Rode every ride at an amusement park.
Collected something really stupid.
Gone to a rock concert.
Helped someone.
Gone fishing.
Watched four movies in one night.
Gone long periods of time with out sleep.
Lied to someone.
Been dumped.
Snorted cocaine.
Failed a class.
Smoked weed.
Dealt drugs.
Taken a college level course.
Been in a car accident.
Been in a tornado.
Done hard drugs (i.e. ecstasy, heroin, crack, meth, acid).
Watched someone die.
Been to a funeral.
Burned yourself.
Ran a marathon.
Your parents got divorced.
One or both parents passed away.
Cried yourself to sleep.
Spent over $200 in one day.
Flown on a plane.
Traveled by train.
Cheated on someone.
Been cheated on.
Written a 10 page letter.
Gone skiing.
Been sailing.
Cut yourself.
Had a best friend.
Lost someone you loved.
Shoplifted something.
Been arrested.
Gone to court.
Been to jail.
Had detention.
Skipped school.
Got in trouble for something you didn’t do.
Stolen books from the library.
Gone to a different country.
Dropped out of school.
Been in a mental hospital.
Watched the “Harry Potter” movies.
Had an online diary.
Fired a gun.
Gambled in a casino.
Had a yard sale.
And a lemonade stand.
Actually made money at the lemonade stand.
Been in a school play.
Been fired from a job.
Taken a lie detector test.
Swam with dolphins.
Gone to sea world.
Attempted suicide.
Voted for American/Australian Idol.
Written poetry.
Read more than 20 books a year.
Gone to Europe.
Loved someone you couldn’t have.
Wondered about your sexuality.
Used a coloring book over age 12.
Had surgery.
Had stitches.
Taken a taxi.
Seen the Washington Monument.
Had more than 5 IM’s/online conversations going at once.
Overdosed.
Had a drug or alcohol problem.
Been in a fist fight.
Suffered any form of abuse.
Had a hamster.
Petted a wild animal.
Used a credit card.
Gone surfing.
Gone surfing in California.
Did “spirit day” at school.
Dyed your hair.
Got a tattoo.
Had something pierced.
Got straight A’s.
Been on the Honor Roll.

Known someone with HIV or AIDS.
Taken pictures with a webcam.
Started a fire.
Had a party while your parents weren’t home.
Gotten caught having a party while they were gone.


Saturday, July 25, 2009

"Forgiveness...is more than saying sorry."

I'm trying. I'm really trying.
You laid in your bed for a week, with tears stuck on your face, no food in your stomach, and out of all people, I took care of you.
All of my friends called me insane for even caring about you.
You know, they still blame you.
It's sad, why? Because it's true.
Then you make me more outraged when I hear rumors that happened to be the truth.
How? Why? That's all I ask.
How is it possible you're able to look at someone else?
Why do you have to grieve that way?
You know what everyone keeps saying? Hm?
"Everyone grieves in different ways, that's just who she is."
I hate you.

Please God, please help me forgive. Please. I really need You.


Tuesday, May 26, 2009

nom nom nom...mmm



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