I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen, of meadow-flowers and butterflies In summers that have been; Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were, with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair. I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see. For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood in every spring there is a different green. I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago, and people who will see a world that I shall never know. But all the while I sit and think of times there were before, I listen for returning feet and voices at the door.

-J.R.R. Tolkien, from The Fellowship of the Ring

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August 29, 2007

How To Eat a Kit Kat Bar

Ok, I'm going to give you step-by-step directions for eating kit-kat bars. My mother, apparently, doesn't know the appropriate way to eat one, because she does it wrong every time. Here we go:

1)Pull wrapper completely off of bar and discard.

2)Break kit-kat bar down the center, along the vertical divet.

3)Eat the left, smaller bar first.

4)Then eat the right, smaller bar.

5)Lick your fingers clean of any gooey chocolate that managed to escape your mouth!

lol mom! Go eat a kit-kat!

August 27, 2007

Fall Musical

Okay, so today in Theatre Mrs. Neatin told us about the upcoming fall musical. We're going to be putting on 'Once Upon A Mattress', and I think I'm going to try out. I put a You Tube video on here of part of the emmy-nominated play (which will most definitely be a ton better than ours!!) Anyway, I'm excited, and a couple of my friends are trying out, too. The auditions are going to be next Tuesday and Wednesday. So, as you can see, I'm really psyched for that.
I'm extremely glad that auditions are NEXT week, because I'm not feeling all that well. I had a headache on Saturday, and ever since then I've had a runny nose, watery eyes, a headache, and a bit of a fever. I absolutely HATE being sick, but I can usually get over things pretty fast, so I should be over this by next week: right in time for auditions. I have a little bit of an advantage, because the judges tend to think more kindly on theatre students, and two of my teachers are going to be casting the roles... hopefully those teachers like me! lol. I know I've got to get in based on my own talent, though. Well, It was a short post, but I have to go to bed. Since my mother refuses to homeschool me, I must go to school even when I'm sick. "O, woe is me, I am troubled." haha. ;]

August 24, 2007


I wanted to share with you some lyrics that I'm sure some of you are familiar with. It's a song called 'Brave' by Nichole Nordeman. I'll let you read them first, and then I'll add my own little insight, cause I know you all want to hear! lol.

free music
So without further adieu:
The gate is wide, the road is paved to moderation
the crowd is kind and quick to pull you in
welcome to the middle ground, it's safe and sound and
until now it's where I've been

Cuz it's been fear that ties me down to everything
but it's been love, Your love that cuts the strings

(Chorus) So long status quo, I think I just let go
you make me wanna be brave
the way it always was It's no longer good enough
You make me wanna be brave
brave, brave

I am small and I speak when I'm spoken to
But I am willing to risk it all
To say your name, just your name, and I'm ready to go
Even ready to fall

Wided-eyed, take this fowl compromise
Why did I try to keep it all inside (back to Chorus)

I've never known a fire that didn't begin with a flame
And every storm will start with just a drop of rain
But if you believe in me, that changes everything
(Back to Chorus)

So there it is, and now I'll tell you why I put them on here. As I listen to the song and really meditate on the words, I start to get the greatest feeling inside, like I just wanna jump out and be someone new. It's incredible, how the words are so relevant to all of us. Sometimes I think we get so caught up in our lives: preperation for tomorrow, 'fitting in' with the crowd, pleasing everyone around us; that we forget to have fun on the journey. We've just got to break away from the everyday routines and do something new. Somehow, that's usually not a problem for me =) (no comments please, mom!)
Well, I think that's all I've got for now. I'll probably post later about my day!

August 23, 2007

I Think It's Friday

All day it has seemed like Friday to me. I honestly don't know why, but it has. I was so excited to get on the bus, only to have my bubble burst with the realization that I still have one more day til my break.
So today was really fun for me, because I had all of my fun classes. We found out that on Monday there's going to be a 16-year-old French girl that's coming to our school, and will be there for 3rd block. There could've been a problem, because I have French 1st block, but I already talked to Mrs. Nieten (my theatre teacher, who I have 3rd block) and she's going to let me and Shayne (a guy that's in both my French and Theatre class) go for the last 30 or 40 minutes, so we can talk to her before she leaves. Apparently, she's doing an exchange program with a family in Noblesville, and working on her English, and Mme. Pierson found out and called the family, so they've been talking a lot because the family from Noblesville didn't know what kinds of foods to make and that sort of stuff, because they wanted her to be able to try a bunch of new things while she was here. So she volunteered to come to the high school for a couple of days and talk to all the different levels of french students. I am very pleased to say that she was amazed by our school, and how big it was. Of course, that makes us all proud (Noblesville has huge school-spirit.)
I did pretty good in Guitar today, too. I (unlike some people that I won't mention *cough cough* lol) practiced before I went to class, and what I thought I was supposed to be practicing wasn't due until next class, so I was ahead of most of the other kids.
Hm, well, I think that pretty much summarizes my day. My parents were at a funeral showing all day, because my mom's aunt died from diabetes on Monday. I was home by myself for a while until they got back, but when they did, my Dad said I didn't miss anything. He said that it was really sad, because there were only 2 bouquets of flowers. One was from the funeral home that they give to everyone, and the other was from us. I found that so... disappointing. I didn't know my mom's aunt that well, but I assume she was just like you or me. I think it's safe to say that she had hopes and dreams for her future, and for her children's futures. I don't know if she fulfilled what God had planned for her life or not, but I find myself almost disappointed, because
I find that so sad. For a person to work so hard in their lifetime, only for it all to be thrown away with nothing left; nothing to pass on to the next generations so that they will learn and grow from her experiences. She had, literally, a wooden box with some material wrapped up in it as her casket. I find myself feeling sorry for her, even though I know she's in a better place, and the details probably don't matter to her any more. I just find it so depressing to think that all God wants from us is to just live and die without purpose. Every day, when I wake up, I decide that I don't just want to live, I want to thrive. I want to show everyone what we can do when we've got God on our side, helping us along. Like I said, I didn't really know her that well, so I don't know if she felt that way or not, but I believe that if we really want to make a difference, we've got to believe and know down deep inside of us that we're living for something greater than just ourselves. If we tell ourselves that we're nothing special, or that we can't change anything, then we start believing it. And personally, I want to live for something better than the norm. Being normal is so overated anyway. So even though, in 10, 20, 0r 30 years, most people probably won't remember my great aunt Judy, I want to believe that someone, somewhere, will remember her, because she set an example for them, and showed them how exhilerating it was to live a free life. I'm sorry, I doubt that anyone really wants to read my ramblings! I tend to trail off into my mind, so I apologize if I'm not making much sense.
So I better go. I may post later if I remember anything else ;)

August 22, 2007

My Wednesday

I have to blog quick tonight, b/c i have to go to bed at 9:30, and it's 9:17! So today was a gold day for me, which really isn't all that bad, b/c I've got study hall. I really didn't do anything productive, but I actually enjoyed Geometry today... how weird is that?! I'm hardly ever a science/math person- I'm usually into English and History, but today is that one exception. I'm not even going to begin trying to explain what the lesson was, because I would have to go way too in depth, but take my word for it that it was fun!
I am currently reading a book by Jane Austen called Sense and Sensibility- I would advise anyone who likes chick flicks and understands the sentence structure of a very old America to read it! I say that because 1) it's definitely chick-flick material, and 2) because it's a little hard to read, because of the way that Jane Austen wrote. Since the book is pretty old, and she's an even older author, it's kind of hard to understand. Still, it's an amazing book. It makes you want to cry right along with Marianne and Elinor (the main characters, whom I hope you'll all get to know!) I only started reading her novels because I thought it would be beneficial for when I see the movie that just came out called 'Becoming Jane'. It looked soooo good (plus, it has Anne Hathaway in it!), and I read somewhere that most of the characters that are in her books are somehow alluded to or in the movie.
Well, I guess I gotta go. I gotta put my laptop away and hop in bed in 5 minutes! l8r ;)

August 19, 2007

Back in the Flow of Things

Alright, Angie, I'm going to post... finally! *lol*
Well, school has been extremely fun so far. We have block schedule, so on my black days I have French 3, Theatre, Guitar, and Typing. Then on gold days I've got: ICP (it's Integrated Chemistry/Physics~it's science in the simple tongue!), then Geometry (ewwwww!), English 10, and Study Hall. My gold days are my 'hardest' (even though they aren't that hard so far) but then I've got study hall, so that'll give me some time to work on homework. I've got a bunch of friends in both my lunches (if you're interested, I've got D and C lunch), and I've really enjoyed my classes so far. English should be VERY interesting, because my teacher, Mr. Miller, used to be in the Marines, and their base was flooded with this gas that effected everybody differently. It made him have short-term memory loss! He's really nice, and extremely funny, but I know kids in my class are gonna do stuff and mess with him. I won't, but I'll get a kick out of watching everybody else!
So this weekend I've been with my nana (my grandma) and grandpa. I've had a blast... of course! On Saturday we went to a ladies' meeting from her church, and that was really cool. Then at 2 we went to a tea party, which was also really fun. Then today we went to church and now we're home, getting dinner ready. I don't know if we're gonna leave later or not ;) I think we're going to, because my nana is leaving for Haiti next Saturday for two weeks, and she's got to get some stuff to pack. I ask that you all pray for her, because she's going alone, and extremely nervous. I know she'll be fine - after all, we've got God on our side, which makes us, like, the best side ever! - but she's asking everyone she knows to please pray for her.
Well, I think I need to go. TTYL!

August 14, 2007

Living my life and being blessed doing it

Alright, it's is 4:30 (4:26 to be exact) and I am still awake! I made a pledge that I was going to stay awake tonight for as long as I could, because this is my last night of freedom before school starts. I'll have to go to bed at 9:30 tomorrow, cause school starts on Wednesday... how fun.
So here I am, wide awake, and since I've been drawing for a while, I thought I'd do something productive... like blogging! Today my dad got me a new digital camera ;) I was so excited. We had a little issue with the memory card at first, but then we got it worked out, and found that it also fits in my phone (for those of you who aren't very tech savy, I have a camera phone, so I can put that chip in my phone and save my pics on it, then download them on the computer later). It's got 6 mega pixels, so it takes awesome pictures, and I can save around 1,000 pics on my card. I really haven't been able to use it a lot, because everyone's asleep, so I started taking pictures of my sketches. After a while, that got a bit boring.
So I have a bit of a dilema, and I'm not sure how it can be fixed. You see, I'm starting to feel like my sisters' parent. Before you get too weirded out, let me explain: Kiara is going to start Kindergarten this year. She'll be riding the bus in the morning, and going every day in the a.m. Then Ruby is also going to ISD (Indiana School for the Deaf) and she'll be riding the bus twice a day, and she'll be gone everyday as well, but she doesn't get home until 4 in the afternoon. And to top it off, Karleigh starts preschool this year. They're all getting so big, and I miss being able to treat them like little babies... getting to hold them and rocking them to sleep, helping them put their shoes on, helping them pray at night, etc. You see? If I wasn't a big sister and someone told me that, I'd say they were being too sentimental and needed to get over it. But I'M the big sister, and it's almost starting to creep me out. I know that once all of them get into school, our lives will get considerably easier, but I'm starting to miss having a baby of the family around. Even though Karleigh's only 3, she acts so mature and does almost everything by herself... and being around her older sisters just makes her want to act like them. I know it's ridiculous, so I guess I'll just have to slap myself and get over it. Somebody pinch me!
I think the key here is just to keep reminding myself how blessed I am. That should get my mind off of it all!
Anywho, I think that pretty much covers my last day of freedom. I'll probably blog again tomorrow, and share with you all my woes... I know you're excited! lol

August 12, 2007


Today I have done... ummm, well, let me think: NOTHING!!!! I watched my sisters for a little bit because my mom and dad were asleep, but that really didn't last long, and I've done nothing ever since. I'm really dreading Wednesday. I REALLY DON'T WANT TO GIVE UP THESE DO-NOTHING DAYS! I'm gonna try to get my mom to homeschool me. I seriously doubt that she could this year, but I'm sure we could start next year. My highschool, even though it's a 4-star school, has a ton of stuff going on that really shouldn't be happening. Almost all of the kids cuss, some of the teachers cuss, girls wear their clothes so short and tight that it makes you (or at least me) want to gag, we see guys' butts all the time because their pants sag, and I get really tired of hearing about all the people who are 'trying to stop smoking', or hate their life and they have it so bad (even though their wearing extremely expensive clothes and have everything, even if they didn't want it), or wear black every day, call chains and handcuffs jewelry, and no matter how long I look at them, I can never seem to find skin that isn't decorated with tattoos. After a while, it gets kind of depressing.

I forgot to load the pics on here last night, but my mom took me yesterday evening over to Forest Park and Potter's bridge and took some pics of me. *Je t'aime!*

August 11, 2007

Haircuts and School

Today my mom and I went to get our hair cut with a new beautician in Pendleton. My mom actually went to high school with her, so they chattered non-stop the whole time they were there... you know how moms are. I didn't do anything new to my hair, just got it trimmed up a bit. I'm wanting to grow it out to look like this (only with my hair color and face!)
I don't have my hair grown out long enough to cut it like that yet, but still... that'll be the end product, just with brown hair and my adorable face! (jk)
Unfortunately, there is only 4 days left of my summer. I start back to school on Wednesday. I love school, but I have really been enjoying my summer. I've been able to stay up 'til 3 o'clock in the morning, sleeping in until 9:30, 10:00, being able to blog and facebook whenever, going outside, hanging out with friends on a moment's notice... it's been great, and I'm gonna loose it all in 4 days. With that said though, I am STARTING to look forward to my sophomore year. I'm taking guitar, theatre, film literature, and french, so I can't wait to get started in those classes. I really missed having a music class last year, and I'm so psyched for theatre. Plus, I have a lot of the same classes with my friends, so the odds are that I'll have more classes with my friends this year.
Well, I think that about covers my day so far. If anything else happens, I'll blog about it later ;)

fun picture- take a look!

Digital Camera Fun @ dumpr.net

August 10, 2007

I Love You

The other day, my mom was talking to my little sister, and she did something wrong. I forget what she did now, but she disobeyed; therefore, she was given a long, hard talking-to, and immediately put to bed as a punishment. Before she left the room, though, my mom made it a point to tell Kiara that she loved her. Me, being the observant one that I am, found this incredible.
What if the whole world was like that? What if, when someone messed up, we made sure we told that mistaken person that we loved and forgave them? What a world that would be.
Maybe then we wouldn't have so many teens hating their parents and feeling like failures. Maybe then people would understand that no matter where they are, somebody really does care for them, and wants them to be happy.
You see, when I was little, I was a bit of a problem. I'm not sure how many people know this, but my parents adopted me when I was 3. I had been in five foster homes before them, and even though I was small, I had my world figured out. And, according to me, my world did not include a family. I don't think I believed that they would actually keep me; after all, nobody else had. As I think back on it now, I understand that my parents really did love me. Every time I threw a tantrum, every time I tried to convince them (in my 4-year-old way, of course) that they really didn't want me, they 'figured me out' and told me they loved me.
I think of all the other children that have been in that same position. What if the family they were meant to be with had just told them that they loved them, instead of giving up? Maybe they would've turned out differently. Maybe they would've had their happily ever after, and grown up differently.
What if the desperate girl, who finds herself alone with no one to help her, had someone to tell her that she was loved? Maybe she wouldn't have taken her life.
What if a single mother, raising her baby alone without the father, who told her he would always be there, had someone there to really, really love her?
But I can't help believing that there's somebody out there that DOES love us. I believe that God loves us, even if we don't always hear him telling us so. But I see, hear, and feel him telling us everyday.
When you wake up in the morning, he tells you he loves you by allowing you to see the beautiful sunrise, and giving you another chance at life, by giving you another day to live. When you're outside, walking to work, school, or the grocery store, he tells you he loves you by showing you all the wonderful families, living their lives, or by feeling the warmth of your child holding your hand as you cross the street.
You see, I believe that he tells us he loves us all the time. I also believe that we should listen, because when we listen, we feel compelled to tell others that we love them. And when we tell others, we change the course of their future. What a miracle and blessing that is.

August 05, 2007

Haitian Camp

Well, I'm back! I had an awesome weekend with tons of friends at Hiatian Camp, which is where a lot of families who've adopted from Haiti come and camp for the weekend. It was really exciting, but I'm kind of depressed, because i have to go back to school next week- ugh!
I wanted to type this up for y'all. I read this by my nana's computer and wrote it down, like, a year ago. I thought of it today for some reason and dug it out of my coat pocket. Anyway, here it is. Hope it uplifts you, just as it does me.
"While praying one day, a woman asked, "Who are you, Lord?" He answered, "I am." "But who is I am?" she said. And he replied: "I am love, I am peace, I am grace, I am joy. I am the way, the truth, and the light... I am the comforter, I am Strength, I am safety, I am shelter, I am Powe, I am the creator. I am the beginning and the end, I am the Most High."
The girl, with tears in her eyes, said, "Now I understand. But Lord, who am I?" Then God tenderly wiped the tears from her eyes and whispered,
"You are mine."

August 01, 2007

Biker Mama

Well, yet again, I have some blog material... and some dirt on my mother! *but shhhh, don't tell her!*

Today we went to the park with my sisters and mom, my nana, and then my two cousins, Meagan (5 yrs) and Katie (2 yrs). When we left, we went for pizza, and then we had my nana follow us, because she wasn't sure how to get back to Pendleton from the pizzeria. So when it's time for us to part ways, both vehicles in this outfit role down their windows and start waving at each other. At this point, my nana is in the lane to turn left, and we're in the lane to turn right. In between us is a lane to go straight, and in this lane is this guy, probably in his mid-30s, on a huge motorcycle. I guess my mom didn't notice, but he thought that she was waving at him, so (remembering that we have our windows roled down and he's on a Harley) he tells my mom 'hi'. I think my mom was confused for a minute, because the first thing she says is 'hello', then after a pause she explains that she was waving at the car next to him. He says okay, and we all drive off. But, if you know me, I can find something funny in everything. As we pull away, I tell my mom that she doesn't have to use eHarmony, she can just go around town waving at guys on Harleys.
So now my mom has a biker-dude boyfriend... does that make her a biker mama? (i'm just kidding here, I hope u know)