My "Dream" Prom: (from www.gurl.com)
Since the first week of the school year, Melissa had been leaving mysterious love notes in Chris's locker. Then she got the idea to send a prom invitation via text message. She sat in math class keying it in: "if u come to prom w/ me ill dance u 4ever. luv, Melissa." She nearly freaked when Chris said yes.
Melissa's biggest crisis over the next six months was finding something to wear. One night, a beautiful full-length flapper dress with a long sash appeared to her in a dream. That weekend Melissa decided to have a seamstress make her dream outfit, and borrowed a pair of her friend Hannah's yellow shoes to match.
The night of the prom, Melissa got dressed, styled her hair in loose curls, and headed out to pick Chris up. When she got to Chris's house, Melissa was so nervous she could hear her heart pounding in her chest. She did a few yoga breaths and knocked on the door.
Chris opened it while she was still knocking. Melissa couldn't believe her eyes. Right in front of her was her long-time crush, looking like a(n) giraffe in a head-to-toe-white suit. They went into the tv room and exchanged nervous glances, while Chris's family snapped a few photos.
Finally, they escaped... When they got to the prom, everyone was outside gossiping in the parking lot. Melissa was proud of the convertible she'd rented for the occasion. As far as she was concerned it outshone everyone else's ride. She was on top of the world.
But as they walked into the dance, Melissa was shocked to discover that people had the same outfit that she did. And she thought it was something she dreamt up all by herself. She couldn't take it anymore, so eventually she went up to one of the other girls and told her: "You look mad in that outfit." The other girl was like, "Them's fighting words."
So they stepped outside... Once they got out to the parking lot, Melissa realized how stupid the idea of a fight was. She'd ruin her outfit. Not to mention looking like a fool in front of her big crush.
But the girl wouldn't back down. She pinned Melissa to a car and raised her fist. She was about to hit her, when Chris ran out like a hero and pulled them apart. Melissa was all fired up, so she kept struggling to get at the other girl like a hyperactive cartoon character.
Then Hannah came out. "Hey, Melissa," she said. "Listen. It's Switchfoot's last song. Come and dance." Melissa calmed down and went inside to dance. She held Chris tightly and listened to her heartbeat. It reminded her of knocking on Chris's door earlier that night. This is where it's at, she thought and closed her eyes.
haha...if only, if only... :)
2.24.2006
2.23.2006
OJ (Not Simpson, the Juice)
I drank some orange juice today, which was super yummy. I love orange juice.
2.21.2006
I Ate His Liver
I had an awesome, hilarious, amazing, sucky weekend.
Our Sunday School Party: me, Maria, Titus, Tyler, and Ryne
Chaperones: Mr. and Mrs. Nunnally, and Kelly and Mindy
The scene: snowmachining to Kelly and Mindy's cabin and spending the night
I rode behind Maria the whole way. There is a huge trust factor when you're riding behind someone on a snowmachine. We were pulling part of the food: 6 pizzas from Papa Murphy's, like 20 cans of food, 6 liters of soda, and 4 cans of diet coke. So we take off. We're second in line, behind the Nunnallys, and we're going pretty fast. Next thing we know, everyone behind us has stopped, so we do too, and we turn around and go to where they are. Turns out, our food had fallen out of the sled we were pulling. Sweet. So we pick them all up, and put them back in the sled and keep going. We're trucking along, and we get to a gorgeous, flat, pristine lake. So we go super fast. We get off the lake, and are on this trail before we, again, notice that no one is behind us. We stop the machines, and sit to wait for them to catch up, when we see Kelly coming up. He tells us, "ALL of the food flew out of the sled." So we look in the sled, and sure enough, all of our pizzas, all of the cans, all of the soda, are gone. All that is left, in fact, is a sleeping bag and a pillow. So we turn around again, and go back to everyone else. Apparently, we'd been dropping food all across the lake. One pizza flew out, and we ran over it, spewing Papa Murphy's across this lake. Like 6 of the cans lost their labels, so it was very much "Lunch Surprise" on Monday. The two bottles of diet soda burst open.
Eventually, we make it to the cabin.
We take everything inside, and us kids go down to the frozen river in front of their cabin. There's this like cliff thing, and Tyler runs and flings himslef off of it, into the ice/snow below. Maria and I roll down the hill. In the distance, there's a snow mound thing, so Ryne and I head off on an adventure to explore, and everyone follows. They bring snowmachines down, and we play around for a bit, having "snow" ball fights, that's pretty much just ice, but whatever. And finally we go inside to eat pizza. It was actually really really good, despite being thrown around on the snow alot.
After dinner, we have a little Bible study, about when Jesus was tempted by Satan in the desert, and how He used scriptures to rebute what he said. So we're given four verses: "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" (Phil. 4:13); "For I am fearfully and wonderfully made" (Psalm something); "If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God" (James 1:5); and "For God so loved [insert your name here] that He gave His only begotten Son" (John 3:16). We had to go outside, in the dark, and one at a time, walk from behind the cabin to the cliff while the adults say stuff to us like, "You're worthless. You're stupid. You can't do it. No one loves you." and we had to come back and say a verse to them. So there's a lantern at the starting point, and a glowstick at the cliff. Titus goes first, and he gets it right away. Ryne goes next, and he says the wrong verse, so he has to come back to the beginning, and Tyler goes. But Tyler army crawls, so like 10 minutes after he left, the adults were like, "You can send the next person!" and we're all, "WE DID!" Which was funny. While Tyler was gone, Ryne started telling me and Maria this ghost story from Texas. We begin freaking out because it is pictch balck all around us, and we're in the middle of the woods. And we see this red light in the distance, between the trees, that is there one second, then gone the next, so we all get spooked. Then somehow, we got onto Jesus coming back, and dinosaurs and stuff. So Tyler failed, and he came back, and it was my turn. I made it past the first person ("I am fearfully and wonderfully made") but somehow, either I or the adult was wrong at the second stage, so I had to go back. Maria makes it, first try, and it is taking way longer than the adults had thought it would (we'd been out there for like an hour), so they call for me, Ryne, and Tyler, to all go at once. So we all make it. Then, we three sprint to Titus and Maria, and go down the cliff, and we walk out to the middle of the river.
It was such a clear, beautiful night, that we all laid down on our backs and looked at the stars. There were thousands of them. We could see the Milky Way, the Big Dipper, the Little Dipper, and Titus named off about 50 other conselations. There are satelites circling around, and it was just incredible. It's so cool to be out with the stars. It's like, there are so many of them, I couldn't help but feel small, but at the same time, it's like, God looks out amidst all those stars, and He sees me. I think I'd like to start laying on my roof at night to look at the stars. It's indescribable.
Next morning, we eat cinamon rolls, Maria beats Titus and Tyler at snowmachine races, and we hang out.
Our trip home was somewhat uneventful. No flying food. :) Haha
In my Middle Eastern class, last semester, I had to do this calligraphy thing. Mine said, "I get very quiet and rarely speak at all." And really, that is so me. Like on this trip, it sometimes felt like I didn't really fit in with the other kids, but I don't fit in with the adults. So I was like caught in the middle. And I don't talk nearly as much as Maria, or Titus even. If I don't have anything important to say, I don't say anything. Which I suppose is good, but I don't know. I thought a lot on this trip. Sunday night, I was laying in my sleeping bag, thinking, and I was like, "God, why can't I just be beautiful? Why can't I be thin and tan and just pretty?" And God said, "You are gorgeous to Me." And I said, "Well, why can't I be more daring, like Maria? Or more outgoing, like Tyler? Or more, or more...?" And God said, "I like how I made you. You're like that for a reason." And I realized that Satan was telling me these lies, in real life, just like in our game. So I was having a bit of a pity party till God got a hold of me. And I was still like, meh, butI don't know.
I really frustrate myself a lot. What I do, or don't do. What I say, or don't say. What I think, or don't think. I had all this time to have fun and hang out, and I spent the whole time being dumb.
I like to dance to silent music. I like to look at stars. I like to eat road-kill pizza. I like dishwashers and eating people's livers. I like Christian boys, but I hate them at the same time.
I don't like it when you spend an entire weekend with someone, then they act like they don't know you. And I hate when I act like I don't know God. I hate being ignored, but I'm not always fond of the spotlight. I hate going back on promises. I hate growing up. I hate that, really, all I have is memories.
Today is going to be a memory in like 8 more hours.
This is long, so I'll go now. I'm kind of depressed now. Or penseive, rather.
Our Sunday School Party: me, Maria, Titus, Tyler, and Ryne
Chaperones: Mr. and Mrs. Nunnally, and Kelly and Mindy
The scene: snowmachining to Kelly and Mindy's cabin and spending the night
I rode behind Maria the whole way. There is a huge trust factor when you're riding behind someone on a snowmachine. We were pulling part of the food: 6 pizzas from Papa Murphy's, like 20 cans of food, 6 liters of soda, and 4 cans of diet coke. So we take off. We're second in line, behind the Nunnallys, and we're going pretty fast. Next thing we know, everyone behind us has stopped, so we do too, and we turn around and go to where they are. Turns out, our food had fallen out of the sled we were pulling. Sweet. So we pick them all up, and put them back in the sled and keep going. We're trucking along, and we get to a gorgeous, flat, pristine lake. So we go super fast. We get off the lake, and are on this trail before we, again, notice that no one is behind us. We stop the machines, and sit to wait for them to catch up, when we see Kelly coming up. He tells us, "ALL of the food flew out of the sled." So we look in the sled, and sure enough, all of our pizzas, all of the cans, all of the soda, are gone. All that is left, in fact, is a sleeping bag and a pillow. So we turn around again, and go back to everyone else. Apparently, we'd been dropping food all across the lake. One pizza flew out, and we ran over it, spewing Papa Murphy's across this lake. Like 6 of the cans lost their labels, so it was very much "Lunch Surprise" on Monday. The two bottles of diet soda burst open.
Eventually, we make it to the cabin.
We take everything inside, and us kids go down to the frozen river in front of their cabin. There's this like cliff thing, and Tyler runs and flings himslef off of it, into the ice/snow below. Maria and I roll down the hill. In the distance, there's a snow mound thing, so Ryne and I head off on an adventure to explore, and everyone follows. They bring snowmachines down, and we play around for a bit, having "snow" ball fights, that's pretty much just ice, but whatever. And finally we go inside to eat pizza. It was actually really really good, despite being thrown around on the snow alot.
After dinner, we have a little Bible study, about when Jesus was tempted by Satan in the desert, and how He used scriptures to rebute what he said. So we're given four verses: "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" (Phil. 4:13); "For I am fearfully and wonderfully made" (Psalm something); "If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God" (James 1:5); and "For God so loved [insert your name here] that He gave His only begotten Son" (John 3:16). We had to go outside, in the dark, and one at a time, walk from behind the cabin to the cliff while the adults say stuff to us like, "You're worthless. You're stupid. You can't do it. No one loves you." and we had to come back and say a verse to them. So there's a lantern at the starting point, and a glowstick at the cliff. Titus goes first, and he gets it right away. Ryne goes next, and he says the wrong verse, so he has to come back to the beginning, and Tyler goes. But Tyler army crawls, so like 10 minutes after he left, the adults were like, "You can send the next person!" and we're all, "WE DID!" Which was funny. While Tyler was gone, Ryne started telling me and Maria this ghost story from Texas. We begin freaking out because it is pictch balck all around us, and we're in the middle of the woods. And we see this red light in the distance, between the trees, that is there one second, then gone the next, so we all get spooked. Then somehow, we got onto Jesus coming back, and dinosaurs and stuff. So Tyler failed, and he came back, and it was my turn. I made it past the first person ("I am fearfully and wonderfully made") but somehow, either I or the adult was wrong at the second stage, so I had to go back. Maria makes it, first try, and it is taking way longer than the adults had thought it would (we'd been out there for like an hour), so they call for me, Ryne, and Tyler, to all go at once. So we all make it. Then, we three sprint to Titus and Maria, and go down the cliff, and we walk out to the middle of the river.
It was such a clear, beautiful night, that we all laid down on our backs and looked at the stars. There were thousands of them. We could see the Milky Way, the Big Dipper, the Little Dipper, and Titus named off about 50 other conselations. There are satelites circling around, and it was just incredible. It's so cool to be out with the stars. It's like, there are so many of them, I couldn't help but feel small, but at the same time, it's like, God looks out amidst all those stars, and He sees me. I think I'd like to start laying on my roof at night to look at the stars. It's indescribable.
Next morning, we eat cinamon rolls, Maria beats Titus and Tyler at snowmachine races, and we hang out.
Our trip home was somewhat uneventful. No flying food. :) Haha
In my Middle Eastern class, last semester, I had to do this calligraphy thing. Mine said, "I get very quiet and rarely speak at all." And really, that is so me. Like on this trip, it sometimes felt like I didn't really fit in with the other kids, but I don't fit in with the adults. So I was like caught in the middle. And I don't talk nearly as much as Maria, or Titus even. If I don't have anything important to say, I don't say anything. Which I suppose is good, but I don't know. I thought a lot on this trip. Sunday night, I was laying in my sleeping bag, thinking, and I was like, "God, why can't I just be beautiful? Why can't I be thin and tan and just pretty?" And God said, "You are gorgeous to Me." And I said, "Well, why can't I be more daring, like Maria? Or more outgoing, like Tyler? Or more, or more...?" And God said, "I like how I made you. You're like that for a reason." And I realized that Satan was telling me these lies, in real life, just like in our game. So I was having a bit of a pity party till God got a hold of me. And I was still like, meh, butI don't know.
I really frustrate myself a lot. What I do, or don't do. What I say, or don't say. What I think, or don't think. I had all this time to have fun and hang out, and I spent the whole time being dumb.
I like to dance to silent music. I like to look at stars. I like to eat road-kill pizza. I like dishwashers and eating people's livers. I like Christian boys, but I hate them at the same time.
I don't like it when you spend an entire weekend with someone, then they act like they don't know you. And I hate when I act like I don't know God. I hate being ignored, but I'm not always fond of the spotlight. I hate going back on promises. I hate growing up. I hate that, really, all I have is memories.
Today is going to be a memory in like 8 more hours.
This is long, so I'll go now. I'm kind of depressed now. Or penseive, rather.
2.17.2006
Yeah, Pretty Much.
I'm pretty sure my alter ego has a British accent. And she's really outgoing and nice. And a good singer.
Hannah and I were talking at Curves today...because that's what we do...and I think if I could have anyone take me to prom this year, it would be Rupert Grint. Seeing as that is completely unlikely, I'll choose again. Really, though, the only guys I talk to regularly are Lucas, Cody, Chris, Titus, Ryne (sometimes), and there was someone else, but I can't remember who...guess I don't talk to him much, after all. Haha.
I don't know...I'm excited about Prom, but at the same time...I don't know.
I got accepted to Biola. Not as excited as I am about OBU.
And...yeah I don't know.
My throat hurts.
Hannah and I were talking at Curves today...because that's what we do...and I think if I could have anyone take me to prom this year, it would be Rupert Grint. Seeing as that is completely unlikely, I'll choose again. Really, though, the only guys I talk to regularly are Lucas, Cody, Chris, Titus, Ryne (sometimes), and there was someone else, but I can't remember who...guess I don't talk to him much, after all. Haha.
I don't know...I'm excited about Prom, but at the same time...I don't know.
I got accepted to Biola. Not as excited as I am about OBU.
And...yeah I don't know.
My throat hurts.
Haha...
17 Ways to Distract Voldemort while Harry Searches for Horcruxes
Guaranteed to send Voldemort after you instead!
1. Choreograph an artistic dance interpretation of his life and struggle for power and then force him to watch it.
2. Conduct a séance and pretend to channel the spirit of his mother.
3. Tell him he's been a "naughty boy."
4. Pretend to be the Sorting Hat and apologize - apparently you were wrong, and he was meant to be in Hufflepuff.
5. Call him Ickle-Voldykins. .and then run. Fast.
6. Ask him to guess which hand the last Horcrux is in.
7. Admonish him for cheating if he uses Legilimency.
8. Tell him you know where Harry is hiding, and Apparate before providing further details.
9. Dress up as Dumbledore and say you faked your own death.
10. Start an argument about Harry Potter shipping.
11. Tell him he's adopted and that he's really Hagrid's other half-brother.
12. Tell him Harry is his son and ask him if he's sure he wants to go through with Book 7 now, since it's become "soooo Star Wars."
13. Tell him one of his Death Eaters is actually a member of the Order using Polyjuice Potion - but refuse to tell him who it is.
14. If he gets rid of some Death Eaters in the process of figuring this out, then all the better for Harry!
15. Tell him that one of his enemies is plotting against him in the Forbidden Forest.
16. Tell him all about your enemy/rival and how he's nothing compared to them. Perhaps he'll go after them rather than Harry.
17. Tell him his plastic surgeon did a terrible job with the "red-eyed snake look," and that he should've had the self confidence to age gracefully.
www.mugglenet.com
Guaranteed to send Voldemort after you instead!
1. Choreograph an artistic dance interpretation of his life and struggle for power and then force him to watch it.
2. Conduct a séance and pretend to channel the spirit of his mother.
3. Tell him he's been a "naughty boy."
4. Pretend to be the Sorting Hat and apologize - apparently you were wrong, and he was meant to be in Hufflepuff.
5. Call him Ickle-Voldykins. .and then run. Fast.
6. Ask him to guess which hand the last Horcrux is in.
7. Admonish him for cheating if he uses Legilimency.
8. Tell him you know where Harry is hiding, and Apparate before providing further details.
9. Dress up as Dumbledore and say you faked your own death.
10. Start an argument about Harry Potter shipping.
11. Tell him he's adopted and that he's really Hagrid's other half-brother.
12. Tell him Harry is his son and ask him if he's sure he wants to go through with Book 7 now, since it's become "soooo Star Wars."
13. Tell him one of his Death Eaters is actually a member of the Order using Polyjuice Potion - but refuse to tell him who it is.
14. If he gets rid of some Death Eaters in the process of figuring this out, then all the better for Harry!
15. Tell him that one of his enemies is plotting against him in the Forbidden Forest.
16. Tell him all about your enemy/rival and how he's nothing compared to them. Perhaps he'll go after them rather than Harry.
17. Tell him his plastic surgeon did a terrible job with the "red-eyed snake look," and that he should've had the self confidence to age gracefully.
www.mugglenet.com
2.16.2006
Other Shtuff
Let's pack up and move to California...
How nice would that be? To just leave everything except for some money and a toothbrush and just go somewhere? To just go to the airport, plop down your credit card or a couple hundred dollars, and say "Where will this take me?" And then just to go. I don't know if I'd go to California. Maybe. Or I'd like to go to Italy. Or London. Or North Carolina. Or Africa. Duh.
I googled my name, and it came up with an article about Crosswalk, which was really exciting, if you ask me.
I think if I could do anything, anything at all, I would be a rock star. I'd probably have really bad stage fright...massive nerves. But really, I think I would love it.
If I could, I would be a rockstar/missionary/English teacher in Africa.
And I think it's funnyinterestingannoyingweirdandstupid when people you know and you know they know you, when they act like they don't know you. You know?
How nice would that be? To just leave everything except for some money and a toothbrush and just go somewhere? To just go to the airport, plop down your credit card or a couple hundred dollars, and say "Where will this take me?" And then just to go. I don't know if I'd go to California. Maybe. Or I'd like to go to Italy. Or London. Or North Carolina. Or Africa. Duh.
I googled my name, and it came up with an article about Crosswalk, which was really exciting, if you ask me.
I think if I could do anything, anything at all, I would be a rock star. I'd probably have really bad stage fright...massive nerves. But really, I think I would love it.
If I could, I would be a rockstar/missionary/English teacher in Africa.
And I think it's funnyinterestingannoyingweirdandstupid when people you know and you know they know you, when they act like they don't know you. You know?
2.15.2006
Silly Jonah!
God has a really good sense of humor.
I really like Him.
In the Missions Bible Study I'm going to on Monday nights, I'm learning a lot. This past Monday (like 2 days ago) we were studying through Jonah. Which I've read before, but I never saw the humor in it. And oh man, it is hilarious! First Jonah doesn't want to tell these people he can't stand about Jesus, so he gets in a boatand they sail away. A storm comes, and all the guys are freaking out...except Jonah. Sound familiar? It's like Jesus on the boat with His disciples before He calmed the storm. And then, Jonah gets this idea to throw him overboard, and he sounds totally calm about it. So the guys do, and Jonah is hanging out in the fish, praising and thanking God! So eventually, he gets to Ninevah, tells them God is gonna destroy them, and gets all huffy when the people repent. So he leaves the city, sits under a vine that GOD put there, and sulks. So God sends a worm to eat the plant and a breeze to "scorch" Jonah. And Jonah gets MAD!
God says, "Do you really have a right to be mad??!"
And Jonah says, "HECK YES! I'm mad enough to die! Just kill me now, God! This sucks! Why did you promise to save those people? And my poor plant! My vine! WHY????"
Those aren't exact quotes, but really, that's the gist of what they say.
So I was thinking, and what are the "vines" in my life? The things that if God were to take them away, I'd be mad enough to die?
Parents. Brothers. Friends. An arm or a leg.
And really, Jonah totally forgot in like a week how much God had forgiven him for running away from his calling, for all of that.
How often do I forget?
I really like Him.
In the Missions Bible Study I'm going to on Monday nights, I'm learning a lot. This past Monday (like 2 days ago) we were studying through Jonah. Which I've read before, but I never saw the humor in it. And oh man, it is hilarious! First Jonah doesn't want to tell these people he can't stand about Jesus, so he gets in a boatand they sail away. A storm comes, and all the guys are freaking out...except Jonah. Sound familiar? It's like Jesus on the boat with His disciples before He calmed the storm. And then, Jonah gets this idea to throw him overboard, and he sounds totally calm about it. So the guys do, and Jonah is hanging out in the fish, praising and thanking God! So eventually, he gets to Ninevah, tells them God is gonna destroy them, and gets all huffy when the people repent. So he leaves the city, sits under a vine that GOD put there, and sulks. So God sends a worm to eat the plant and a breeze to "scorch" Jonah. And Jonah gets MAD!
God says, "Do you really have a right to be mad??!"
And Jonah says, "HECK YES! I'm mad enough to die! Just kill me now, God! This sucks! Why did you promise to save those people? And my poor plant! My vine! WHY????"
Those aren't exact quotes, but really, that's the gist of what they say.
So I was thinking, and what are the "vines" in my life? The things that if God were to take them away, I'd be mad enough to die?
Parents. Brothers. Friends. An arm or a leg.
And really, Jonah totally forgot in like a week how much God had forgiven him for running away from his calling, for all of that.
How often do I forget?
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