Sunday, July 13, 2014

Sunday Social



1. Tell us about the family you grew up in, parents, siblings, grandparents.

I grew up with 3 brothers and 2 sisters. My oldest sister was graduated and out of the house before I was very old; so she’s always been the angelic older sibling that I look up to. I could say a lot about my older brothers, but I’ll sum it up by saying that Oldest Brother and Brother were my main playmates and friends (most of the time.) Older Brother was away from the house most of the time. Little Sister has always been my best friend and worst enemy depending on our moods for the day. I have always been thankful for my mom, who has always encouraged me to be who I am, even if that is weirdly different from everyone else at times. And even though my dad doesn’t always seem to understand me, and even when he’s agreeing with me he makes it sound like I’m wrong and he’s right, I still am thankful for him too.

 

2. Tell us about your husband, fiancé, boyfriend, significant other.

Obviously since I’m a teenager I don’t have a husband, or fiancé. And I’ve never had a “boyfriend” in my life, although the majority of my friends have been boys. Never will I have one, either. I refuse to think about boys in that way and see them instead as either friends, or possible friends. That being said, I do have a ring on my left ring finger. It represents my promise to stay single and live my life for God alone, as well as the added promise to have pure friendships. So in a way, if you suspend all judgment and ignore how awkward and messed up it sounds, that kind of makes God/Jesus my fiancé… which God calls the church his “bride” so I’m not completely a lunatic for typing that! So I’ll talk about Him; ready for pages upon pages of writing? No? Okay, I’ll try and keep it short then. Jesus is my Savior, my Bestest Friend; always there when I need someone to talk to, comforting me when I’m scared (which is most of the time!), and always by my side protecting me from the fears that come with the darkness of night. I could still go on some more, but instead I’ll just sum it up like this; He is my All.




3. Tell us about your children. If you don’t have children, talk about your fur children.

My “fur child” is my black and white cat, Snarfy. She’s fat, grumpy, and cold. That’s how others see her. To me, she’s the Queen of the house; beautiful, independent, and prideful. Even though she acts tough, she’s extremely loving in her own way. She’ll walk around the house calling out “Mouw-wa!” until she’ll find me, Brother would always joke that it’s like she’s calling me “momma.” When I look at her, lying in the sun across the room and think how beautiful she is, she’ll notice me looking at her and for a moment her green eyes sparkle with a warm love. Then she’ll look away, as if she doesn’t notice me at all, although I can tell she’s still watching me from the corner of her eye. And whenever I was upset, crying alone on my bed, she’d come and curl up next to me; not asking to be petted, simply being there with me, pretending to not notice my tears. Ay-yi-yi! The more I think about her, the more heart broken I am that I’ve had to leave her behind in the cities with Oldest Brother because we can’t have pets at our senior living home.




4. Tell us about your best friends. How long have you known them? How did you meet?

God has blessed me with bringing some amazing friends into my life when we moved down here to the country. The term “Best Friend” is thrown around so much in this culture that I often wonder if people really mean it when they use it nowadays. Me being a person quick to call just about everyone my friend, but slow to call someone a “Best Friend,” I would say that I have a handful of really good friends, and out of that, three best friends. All three go to my church and I’ve known them for about two years now. One I saw the first Sunday my family visited the church. There were three boys a few pews ahead of us after church and two things that stood out to me about him from the other two was his tallness (literally “stood out”!) and his large, western style belt buckle, which made me contemplate how interesting country people are. My other two best friends I met the next Sunday when I went to Sunday School. That was the the first time since I was about twelve that I wasn't the only one in the class! I was introduced to the one and she invited me to come sit with the rest of the teens before Sunday School started, then I sat by her in Sunday School as well. And my other best friend I met after church and we found out that we were both homeschooled! I’m very reserved when it comes to sharing my feelings about other people; but I think I can manage to say that I’m thankful every day for my friends. Especially for the fact that they are so different from me; both athletically and in lifestyle. It challenges me to go outside of my comfort zone and try new things and to understand people that have different interests than me. God had definitely made me a better person because of my friends.


5. Tell us about any other special people in your life.

When I was little, one of my best friend’s mom was a big influence on my life. She had just recently become a Christian and hadn’t learned all the “Christian” rules of acting yet. She showed this goody-two-shoes-teacher’s-pet little girl who thought being a Christian was about being good, that there was a lot more to having “Jesus in her heart” than putting on a mask of being perfect. Another person was my Sunday School teacher when I was little. She would have a different cat story almost every Sunday. One specific Sunday, I was sitting next to her before Sunday School started. For some reason I had worn fancier clothes and perfume that Sunday. She leaned over to me before a song started and whispered “don’t be in too big of a hurry to grow up!” That made me wake up and realize what am I doing trying to act “grown up!?” Now, I’ve made up my mind to never be a grown up. Ever. I’m just a little girl constantly being awed by her Abba’s beautiful world. There are so many other people who have had an impact on my life, but I’ll stop putting you to sleep with my ruminating for now!

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Sunday Social

1. Favorite Genre of Music?

I really don't have a favorite. Just about everything that I hear I like. I used to say that I don't like country or rap, but lately I've found that songs that I like fall under those categories as well, so it's safest to say that whatever I like, I like; and what I don't like, I don't like. Pretty much my life motto.


2. Favorite Genre of movies?

 Anything but romance. I would have to say action movies, sci-fi/fantasy, and comedy are my favorites though.


3. Do you watch Reality TV? If so what was the first show you remember watching

I watch reality TV somewhat, but not as much as I do actual shows. The first show I can remember watching was probably Fetch!, a game show where kids learn and experience different activities, all depending on that episode’s theme. The game show host was an animated dog… yup, really fun to watch plus, I still remember a bunch of stuff that I learned from it too! Who said TV is brainless?


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4. Actress you’d want to be BFF’s with?

I don't have a large list of favorite actresses, and the ones that I'd actually want to hang out with are even fewer. It would be between Evangeline Lilly and Chloe Grace Moretz. I like Evangeline because she's a tom boy and not very girly, but I also know she uses a lot of bad language. Because of that I think I’d pick Chloe Grace Moretz instead, although I don't know her personality as well. But she's my own age, and she says her mom would ground her till she's eighteen if she heard her using some of the language that her characters use in movies (she’s in some pretty bad roles, actually. I only know her from the movie Hugo.)


5. Actor you’d be happy to be stuck on an island with?

Umm... I don't know… I right away start thinking about all the action heroes that have the skills to survive, like Jason Bourne, or John Locke, but then I remember that the actors are only acting! Most of those guys are just regular (although I'm sure very fit) guys. Viggo Mortensen would probably be the best choice because he's actually an outdoors man and is able to fish and build a fire and all that stuff for surviving on an island; plus, he's an artist, poet, and photographer as well! (How do I know? I watched 24 hours of behind the scenes of The Lord of the Rings Twice.) 

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Sunday, June 29, 2014

Sunday Social

1. What was your college major? Did you ever change majors?

Seeing as I have only just graduated from high school I haven't had time to major in a college degree of any type yet. I'm going to be attending the Auto-Logartis college (which is a Latin and Greek mash up that means "the self study of art") and will be pursuing a degree in the arts, including but not limited to; writing, art, filmmaking, and photography. This is my own little adventure that I'm calling Homeschooled College. Since I've been my own teacher since seventh grade, I wouldn't have it any other way.


Call it torture, call it university
Arts and crafts is all I need
I'll take calligraphy and then I'll make a fake degree
- College Kids, Relient K

2. Best purchase you’ve made lately?


Hands down my moped! A Honda Metropolitan, I have christened her 'The Mockingjay' and she is my baby.

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3. Something silly we don’t know about you and go…


When I'm alone I have whole conversations with myself. I'll debate about this or that while walking outside, riding my moped, or when I have the house all to myself (and sometimes when it's not so empty, but then I end up creeping people out.)

4. Favorite Holiday?


Thanksgiving. It's a time to eat good food with the people that you love and for being thankful for what you have. There are no obligations to have to give gifts or receive them.  

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5. The first thing you do when you wake up?


This changes with my ever changing life patterns. So many times I think yes, I finally have a good routine down! and the next week I'm doing something completely different. Literally, the first thing is also my first lucid thought almost every morning; I thank Jesus for carrying me through the night and I thank Him for the dawn. As far as actual actions go, lately I've been pretty good about getting up right away and washing my face while thinking of six impossible things before breakfast (yes, that is inspired by Alice in Wonderland.)


Thursday, June 26, 2014

On Food and Four Year Olds (or somewhere around that age)



Eating out at Taco Bell while shopping, I have a burrito filled with saucy taco meat that’s supposed to be a cheesy potato burrito. The only thing is that all the potatoes have dropped to the bottom of it so it’s mostly a taco in a soft shell. As a side dish I also have a bag of Doritos. Sounds pretty good, right? Fast forward to the evening where I decide to go and help out at my church’s VBS. There’s a meal served beforehand for everyone. On the way there Mom comments that she had heard that they’d be serving walking tacos sometime. All I have in response is “they better not tonight!” And what do I find when I get through the long line of kids? Walking tacos. Looking at the people’s plates in line ahead of me, it looks like my burrito from lunch threw up on an exploded bag of Doritos. Once is pretty good… but twice? I decide to skip. One thing I’m always thankful for is the fact that when I’m surrounded by large groups of humans, I never really feel hungry. I’m always too interested in what’s going on around me. Once, while working from 4 am to 4 pm at a concession stand, I got by on only one hot dog and a few sips of water (this is mainly because they didn’t have time to serve us workers breakfast!) I was fine. Up until we got into our van heading home. My hands were shaking as I ripped open the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup that we were rewarded with at the end of the day. Best tasting Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup ever.


Enough about food now. For the whole evening I was a helper for the preschooler group, which I had heard had been short on help. It doesn’t take me long to figure out who’s the most difficult one; I decide the best help I can be is to stick mainly to watching him. Everybody else seemed exasperated with him. He’d lie on the ground during the lesson and make humming noises. He’d steal way more candy than what was directed, then run in circles around the group like a little candy pirate. And whenever he felt like it, he’d just get up and go somewhere else, no matter what was happening. But honestly? I had fun watching him and chasing him down. He’d look at me, big blue eyes half innocent, half devilish and give me a questioning grin. And although I knew I shouldn’t most of the time, I’d laugh right along with him. That’s the thing with me (and why I make a terrible babysitter), I view kids as more of an entertainment than a responsibility. Most of the time I feel more like standing back and laughing at the trouble they cause, or even joining in with them! While other girls seem to feel responsible to be the temporary mother and get them to behave. It’s like I overheard my friend say while the kids were wildly throwing balls around outside; “it’s pretty funny until someone gets hurt. Then it’s really funny!” Don’t mean to sound heartless, but I gotta admit, it’s true!

Thursday, June 19, 2014

We Interrupt for this Important Message

The weather had been brewing up a threatening storm all morning. Occasionally, the grey canopy above would get a rip in its seams and the rain for gush forth for several minutes before calming down.

Working under a strong wooden structure with a good roof, this didn't bother me too badly; only the worry that this weather could cancel the upcoming parade in the evening.

We had been working in the food booth at the city fair since ten in the morning. Now it is nearing the end of our shift and a few people for the next shift have arrived and are helping too. But business is slow so we mostly stand around and talk.

That's when it goes off; a low, menacing humming noise, coming from every direction.

I look around, confused, trying to locate the source; my thoughts are is that a tornado siren? If it is, it's not like one I've ever heard before.

Or it could be an alien invasion, and the frequency of the pitch would render us all unconscious soon. Then we'd all be sorted through and the choicest ones would be taken as food, like fattened calves are chosen to be butchered (guess who shouldn't have watched Signs when they were thirteen on New Year's Eve?)

Everyone else around me has the same puzzled look on their faces. For a moment, no one moves. Then, almost simultaneously, everyone else pulls out their cell phones. My friend grabs his out of his back pocket; Mom fumbles in her pockets for hers.

A flash flood warning, sent to every single cell phone at the exact same time.

"That was weird!" I comment, laughing out loud. Everyone else laughs over the incident as well.



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