Thursday, July 28, 2011


Maybe one of the many things that differs Christianity from other religions is:

Well, first, we're all in dark tunnels, bur Christians always see a light [Jesus] at the end of theirs. But! Lots of other religions have their own lights at the end of their tunnels, too, which they completely believe in. Their lights are different than ours - theirs isn't Jesus.

But! The point I wanted to make - or really, just throw out there as food for thought - is that Christians see other people's tunnels and worry about other people's lights at the end of their tunnels. We are called to think about the light at the end of other people's tunnels, and try to share our light with them.

Ideally, we could somehow share the light at the end of our own tunnel with all the dark tunnels we come across.

I'm not a very good light-at-the-end-of-tunnel-sharer. Need to work on that one.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Something gross, Yay!

So, wanna read something really gross? No? Then go away.


I got my cartilage pierced this year, and I just got brave enough to change the earring myself for the first time tonight. I kept the first one in for the required 12 weeks, then had a friend change it for me, and that one has been in probably a lot longer than 12 weeks. Not sure how long. But anyway! I just took it out myself. It HURT.

Blood kind of exploded from my ear, and there was this gross buildup of what I assume to be dirt, sweat, and ear snot (I guess... O.o). Anyway, after a minute of panicking, cleaning, and freaking out about getting the next earring in, we're all good, and instead of a little blue circle that has a sleepy face and says 'sleepy' I have a little lighter blue circle that has a silly face and says 'silly.'

Sleepy and silly are probably the two moods/feelings that come over me the most, as my little sister and Dad will both tell you. Sorry, y'all.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

So, if I'd been born to different parents, it's very possible they could've aborted me just because I'm not a boy.

I read most of this article on sex-determined abortion just now, and thought it was interesting, you know, important things to read about, but very sad. If any of those unborn baby girls could, would they be asking their parents what Anne asked Marilla in Anne of Green Gables? (Yes. I am making this reference.)

"You don't want me because I'm not a boy?"

Sad! This makes me really, really sad. When you grow up in a good home with parents that were praying for a girl (or so I'm told), it's hard to imagine that there are people out there who are cruel enough and blind enough to abort the soul inside them just because of the gender. It's mind-blowing. In a bad way.

Anyway - it's an interesting article, though I don't think it takes a careful read of the whole thing to get the jist of what's being said.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

As I sit here...

...desperately trying to procrastinate history. I'm sick of it. And I haven't even done most of it yet.

I just glanced at a few old blog posts. Recommendation: Don't go look at them! I was a horrible writer back then. Very, very heavily influenced by 1950's fantasy literature, which isn't a bad thing, but it's a bad mix for a barely-teenager that's not a good writer yet.

I used words like 'quite' and 'rather.'

Words which should be broken, banned, pieces left to scatter to the wind, then picked back up again and put back together.

Queed and Rother!

I queed like that. I rother think you're wrong.

I think I'm onto something with this. I really do. Who's with me?!

In other...stuff.... for those of you who read my blog that don't talk to me every day, I'm now a college student, still a writer, not as diligent a reader as I'd like, and still knitting. I love my dog. I've acquired (HA! Fun word that reminds me unpleasantly of 'quite' and 'rather...' )a little sister since I posted here last. I always thought having a little sister would be misery, but I was wrong! It probably helps that we didn't meet until past our ferocious stages of being little and/or thirteen-year-olds.

But still. ;)

Friday, April 22, 2011


So, I just realized as I was commenting on Mythopoeia's blog that the story I'm working on right now sometimes reminds me of Charles Dickens. Not so much in the style (although I have written about this character before in Dickens style as assignment in writing class) as in his story.

I'm really mean to him.

Sorry Peter. BUT!

Unlike many of Dickens' books. Stories, novels. Potato tomato potato tomato. Peter gets a happy ending somewhere down the road. (Books ought to have good endings - J.R.R. Tolkien.)

And the other day, (I was spacing out, so I didn't catch all of this, unfortunately) I was told by my nearly-six-year-old nephew that stories always have happy endings.

So there you go.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Used to Want to be a Cowboy by John Bird

First of all, you should know that I know John personally. Isn't that cool? I know someone that wrote a book that's for sale on amazon! (Two people, actually, because my brother wrote a book too!)

Second of all, you should know that back when I was...ten, I think, John and Amanda (his awesome wife) came to our church, and we all got to be really good friends, them and me and Mom and Dad. They're really great, and we miss them.

Third of all - I was thrilled to get read John's book, because (well, it's John!) it's about bull riding and cowboy-ing. I've never done much of that sort of thing myself (obviously not the bull all....), and I don't read literature on it very often, but I had a lot of fun reading John's book. My Dad used to be a bull rider, and it was great to get a glimpse of what that world is like. And it was great to get to know John better! He got me to laugh.

So, if you're interested in what it's like to be a bull rider and work on a ranch, you should go check it out. You can do so by clicking here.

You can also check out John's blog by clicking here.

I don't think I'm going to try to mess with doing a book of the month this year (since I only post reads a few times a year, now...) but if I were going to, I would have featured John's book.
Thanks for reading! :D

First Reads Post in FOREVER.

Okay! So I haven't posted a Reads post since last summer.

That's messed up.

I should stop not doing things like that. But I don't have a ton of readers on this blog, so I don't feel very.....obligated to post. I don't think I've *ever* had a blog with lots of readers. It's just something I do occasionally, for fun. Or when I'm doing a new 'evil' blog project with my friend H....mwhahaha!

Yeah, ahem, anyway. ;)

I'm not going to go through all the rest of my reads from last year, because frankly, there weren't very many. But there were a few that definitely deserve a mention!

1. Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins
The final book to the Hunger Games Trilogy! Of course I loved it. I was very animated whilst reading it, too. I screamed at it, I hit myself in the head with it, and I got all teary-eyed near the end. Don't read this one unless you've read the first two books, though. And you haven't read the first two books, then - you've missed out on one of the few good books for teens out there. It's so well done. It's ridiculous. It's not fair. I want to be a good writer! But the best way to become one is to write and read good writers - so, whether you're a writer or not, this is a great story.

2. Castle in the Air by Diana Wynne Jones
This is the sequel to Howl's Moving Castle! Of course it's not as good as Howl's Moving Castle. For a long time, I was actually a bit bored....but I kept interested, because there's a magic carpet, and I like magic carpets. Me and North like magic carpets. North gets a magic carpet! You don't know North. Huh. Too bad!
Anyway, it got more interesting when a black cat showed up, and then even more interesting when it turned out that Howl was there the whole time.....

3. Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare
This isn't the only Shakespeare I read last year, but it was definitely one of my favorites. By far my favorite comedy - maybe because it had such a great movie? Kenneth Branaugh (or however you spell his last name - he was Gilderoy Lockhart in the second HP movie!) and Emma Thompson! I think that's her name! But it was *great!*

4. The Lives of Christopher Chant by Diana Wynne Jones
It's no Howl's Moving Castle - but I'll be returning for the sequels. And the kid has nine lives! And there's a character named Tacroy. I had to like it. Tacroy is a great name. If I ever have a male cat living with me again, I might have to name it Tacroy. I might even name a dog or a fish that!

5. Hamlet by William Shakespeare
Okay. This was amazing. It was breathtaking. (That's a really cliche word, isn't it? Huh.) I thought it was brilliant, though. I was in a Shakespeare class last fall, and I (not having read the play) volunteered to read Ophelia. That was a mistake on my part. I hate performing. Why did I think it would be any better to just use my voice? I don't know. And I didn't do Ophelia justice at all. And I didn't like her nearly as much as I thought I would....I was drawn in by her character sketch. It mentioned mad speeches about flowers, and that sounded fun to do, but I got the idea that she was a fun person when I read that, not a depressing one....
Hamlet, however, was a *great* character, and my favorite in the play besides Horatio. And I *loved* watching David Tennant's version. I tried to watch Kenneth Braunaugh (however you spell his last name) and I got extremely bored and didn't finish....

Okay. That's all for *this* post. I'm going to do one more because the book I'm going to talk about deserves it's own post, all by itself. Cause it's special.