What I'm up to

Well this year seems to be shaping up to be busy and productive. I've been taking two classes at the local high school, creative writing and art, and I've been given a role in a community play to be performed this summer. I'm in the middle of an apologetics study with my dad and I've been working on my novel to (hopefully) get it ready for publishing. I'm drawing a graphic novel, I've been trying to get more sleep, and I'm hoping to take up some kind of sport once I actually have the time.

Winter Doldrums

Winter is always a weird season for me. I don't like cold weather, and the fact that it's constantly cold and gloomy and mushy makes me lethargic and depressed. Now normally this wouldn't matter too much to me, but my life is getting a little hectic and I have a lot of commitments that I need to work on and even though I really want to do them, I'm feeling so lazy and its driving me nuts!

Ugh. If you guys are the praying type, I'd like to request that you pray for God to give me energy and determination. Thanks.

Editing

So, I've been writing this novel. This novel has been in progress for nigh on seven years now. This is THE longest project I have ever stuck with. It is like my child now. From its first stages of Eragon-inspired manga drivel to its full fledged novel form. I have learned so much while writing it, too much to even begin to list. Someday, when it is finally completed, I will tell all here, but sadly I do not have the patience at the moment. Maybe someday it will be published. And you will read it.

CANADA!!!!!!!!!!

Tomorrow I'm going to Canada, along with my three younger brothers, my parents, and whatever junk we can stuff in the back of our car and our pop-up camper Ted. Yup. So....beware Canada, my family is en route.

God, I can't take it anymore!

I mean, for the sake of all that is holy, WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO GET SICK?! It's driving me up the wall, because I get sick almost every other week and I'm fed up with it. I am seriously beginning to consider that I was cursed or something. I want to go see a doctor and find out just what the heck is wrong with me because I'm sick all the time. It interferes with everything: school, exercise, hanging out with my friends, and I am so goddamned tired of being sick. I feel like shit two-thirds of the time.

Dad's B-Day!

Well, today's my dad's birthday. He's gonna be ** years old! I was in charge of making the icing and actually applying it to the cake, but it turned out to be as ugly as homemade sin. This was mostly due to the fact that during the baking of the cake, my mom had some trouble getting one of the layers out of the pan and it got all broken, so trying to ice it was like trying to apply gold leaf. It kept. Falling. Apart. It was only with a very generous application of icing was I able to keep it together in the semblance of a cake.

I'm sure it'll taste fine, though. I hope my dad likes his presents.

Much better

Well, looks like I'm over this plague-like disease. Watched Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. Pretty cool movie. Not as good as the first one, but then again, movies based off of children's toys are rarely a good watch, so I guess I shouldn't be complaining.

What is this?!

What is up with this sickness? I've been hacking and feeling miserable for almost a week, and it just won't go away! It's driving me nuts! My entire family has it, so we're all coughing in each others' faces and my dad is being annoying and telling me to "rally".

I'll probably miss my guitar lesson tomorrow, which is just as well because I haven't had any time to practice, what with the horrible illness that has beset me. Ugh.

Well, I was too sick to go to the city today, and I think I'll be too ill to go to youth group tomorrow, but I hope I'm well enough to go, because I get to see my crush. *squeals like a fangirl* I know I sound like a little stupid girl, but whatever. I've never had a boyfriend and I plan to remain a virgin until I get married, so I take the romantic moments where I can with my crushes.

Blargh

Still feeling crappy. I alternate between feeling blazing hot and freezing cold, I cough whenever I move, my throat feels as though I'm swallowing razor blades, I threw up, and I feel as though I'm gonna keel over from exhaustion at any second. It could be the flu, but I dunno.

Sick again

I'm feeling really crappy, with a headache, a really bad cough, a fever, I'm nauseous, exhausted, and I think I may have pneumonia.

Ugh . . .

No title, really . . .

So I told my parents about my crush holding my hand. I admit, I was a little scared of what they would do, but my mom seemed really happy for me and my dad was, well, my dad. He's really funny about the boys I like. He says he has to do a background check on him now, but at least he doesn't have greasy hair (one of the things he objects to in one of my guy-friends). I'm still really, really happy about the whole thing.

Today was possibly the best and worst day of my life

So a lot of stuff has happened lately. My parents went to Houston for the Quilt Market, so we have two girls from a family we're friends with staying with us. Not so bad, having Mom and Dad gone, but a little weird.

Anyway, it's been snowing. Snowing. In October.

SUCH THINGS SHOULD NOT BE HAPPENING!

It's bad enough that winter is coming, but really, in October? I think we have at least six inches, and I live in a place that doesn't usually get a lot of snow even when other places get a bunch. Ugh.

This morning at church a pretty depressing thing happened. After the service, an old lady came up and told me and my brother that the way we had acted wasn't glorifying to God. Granted, I was acting kinda immature and shouldn't have done so, but our pastor is so boring I could fall asleep in his sermons and he always talks in a way that I can't understand and it's about the most obscure and useless parts of the Bible and I can't stand it. Of course, I felt angry, because that's usually the first reaction before embarrassment, which I felt immediately afterward, because my dad is gonna hear about it and he's gonna make me feel like an idiot because I embarrassed the family and all of this crap.

After church, I went over to the other church in the area, where I go to youth group, because frankly, my "Sunday" church has a sucky youth group. Well, my friends had invited me over to watch the Two Towers with them. Since I love the Lord of the Rings, I had agreed, so there I was, sitting on the fold-out bed next to the guy I have a crush on. His hand was kinda resting on the space between our legs, and I laid my hand right next to his, and before I knew it, we were holding hands and he had made it happen. I was so happy, I could have screamed. I didn't, though, because we were watching a movie, but still. So from that point on, we held hands throughout the entire movie and he started holding my hand with both hands and kind of stroking it. In all, about three hours of that, which was like heaven to me. It might not seem like such a huge deal to people who've had a million boyfriends and who've had sex with each and every one of them, but to me? I've never had a boyfriend, the only boy who ever said he liked me (and who I liked back) turned out to be this creepy stalker person, and he's the only boy I've liked who's ever shown any sign of liking me back. When I thought back on it, I cried I was so happy. Also, I had prayed to God earlier that if it was his will, I would like this boy to sit next to me. Well, God did me one better.

Bit of a funny thing: While we were watching, someone said that my crush was Aragorn and that I was most like Eowyn. (They had done this with all of the kids there)

The only problem is, I'm afraid of telling my parents. We didn't do anything besides hold hands, but it feels like everytime something happens that makes me happy my parents crush it into nothing. I mean, I have no freedom whatsoever. I can't read anything besides what they think is decent, I can't watch anything on TV except what they think I should, I can't date, I can't play video games, they think the internet is evil. And everytime I think of complaining, I know my dad is going to pull the "As long as you live under my roof you follow my rules" crap or my mom is going to pull the "Why don't you love me?" crap. I'm sick of it. I feel as though I'm in a cage that's way too small for me and it's getting smaller every day and I'm not sure how much more I can take.

But for now, I'm holding onto those wonderful moments where he was holding my hand.

Meh

Today I'm feeling really tired and run-down. Headaches abound and I feel like I'm going to keel over from exhaustion. Meh.

My future husband?

Sometimes I really want to know who I'm going to marry. I want to know so bad, because I want someone to say "I love you" to me. That doesn't mean that I'm going to go and sleep with some guy because he says he loves me, but I want the guy who's meant for me to be here with me.

My dad jokes about it, saying that he has my husband already picked out. He's fooling around, but I know I have someone out there picked out for me.

Recently I've been having recurring dreams about a boy. Its not in the traditional sense, really, where I know him or anything, or even that he's the main focus of the dream, but the dreams usually go something like this: I'm somewhere, with a bunch of boys I know, who all seem to have a crush on me and want to be my boyfriend and stuff. I feel really uncomfortable and I'm trying to get away, and then all of a sudden, this boy walks past. For some reason, I want to see him, and he catches my eye and I think he smiles. Its weird because when I wake up I can't remember his face. I think he's blonde, though. We were even dancing this one time, but I can't remember what he looked like or who he was. The weird thing is that he usually isn't the main part of the dream, he's just sort of there. In other dreams where its about a boy I know and like, they're the main focus of the dream, but here, this boy just exists.

To myself, I kind of joke that he's supposed to be my husband in the future, and I kind of like the idea. Maybe if I ever meet him, then I'll fall in love. Nice thought, huh?

Raindrops on Roses

These are a few of my favorite things (haha, Sound of Music reference)

Warm laundry
Writing my book (and hearing people's feedback on it. )
Sitting in front of a computer while wrapped in a warm blanket
Reading *good* books
Running around like a crazy person
Sleeping under warm sheets on a cold day
Swimming
The beach
God/Jesus (they really go hand-in-hand ) (x1,000,000,000)
Cuddling with my puppy-dogs
Standing in the shower and just letting the hot water run over me
Eating warm cookies with cold milk
Sunny days
Rainy days
Old movies
Making up sentences that sound dramatic (which usually lead to more stories!! )
Sitting in trees (or under them for that matter)
Art in general
Thinking up exciting stories for mundane things (which also lead to more stories! )
Cute fuzzy creatures
Funny people
Jokes
Role-playing
My friends ( you guys rock my socks!)
My stuffed bear, Harry
Music (either listening to it, playing it, or writing it myself )
ROOT BEER!
Dragons
My guitar(His name is David)
The smell of turpentine (for oil painting. The fumes can get to you after a while. ;D )
Cooking
Baking
Lasagna
Washing my hair
Listening to people talking about God
Vacations to places I've never been
The sound of bagpipes
The heaviness of the air before a storm, the thunder and patter of the rain during a storm, and the fresh scent of rain after a storm
The mournful sound of Celtic music as I'm writing
Kittens and puppies
The scent of my dog's head
The blank pages of a new sketchbook
Fresh, cold, water
Kisses from my baby brother
Pecan/Pumpkin Pie
Making up stories with my brothers
Youth Group
The scent of jasmine
Peppermint Gum
Vanilla Ice Cream
Acting on stage
Naps
The sound of a well-played violin
The sound of a well-played piano
Sitting in a bookstore or library just reading
Reading manga
Singing the songs I wrote

Music is the soul of the world

I really love music, whether playing it, singing it, or just listening to it. I believe that it is the sould of the world, as I stated in the title, because everyone loves music. Everyone sings. We all use music to express ourselves in some way, though often that way isn't glorifying to God. For my part, I love any kind of music that has a tune I can sing along to, great words, and just plain sounds good. For the most part, that excludes most secular music, which I really, really don't like. So mostly I stick to Christian music and classical.

When I play music, I do Christian stuff, because I don't know how to do anything else. Currently, I can only play guitar and I can plunk out a tune on the piano, but I would love to learn real piano playing and violin, but since I live in a small town, there are no violin teachers in town, though there is one an hour's drive away. I love to sing too, and almost everyone who hears me sing tells me I have a beautiful voice, which is nice to hear. I'm not bragging, sorry if it seems that way, I'm just happy that people think I sound good.

Skeeter and Scylla

So, I have two dogs, and their names are Skeeter and Scylla. We aren't quite sure what Skeeter is, because he's a mutt from the pound, but everyone who sees him says that he's a beautiful dog, and we suspect he is part collie and part terrier of some kind. Recently he killed a mouse, so that's where we think the terrier comes in. He's way smaller than Scylla, who is a pure-bred Rhodesian Ridgeback, and he is the sweetest dog in the world, even though he's a little too submissive. (He flips over onto his back whenever you try to pet him. It's annoying.) I think his favorite person in my family is me, since he will always come when I call him and he likes to sit next to me.

Scylla, on the other hand, is just as stubborn as Skeeter is sweet. She is also a beautiful dog, and very smart, but she's extremely thick-headed about certain things. For instance, she ran into barbed wire and gouged this hole in her leg, so now she has this enormous scar, and she was eating chicken bones out of the garbage can recently. She's also pretty sweet too, and a huge moocher. Since she's a hound dog, she has that mournful expression that makes you want to hug her, and she's rather patient, to a degree. She's only about a year old, so she loves to play, but Skeeter is older than her (four years old) and doesn't always want to go along with it.

They are decent guard dogs, with Scylla barking at you if you come up the stairs and she doesn't remember that you have been in the house since the morning, and Skeeter barks at squirrels and random people passing by the house. The only problem with this is that Skeeter veritably screams when he barks, and Scylla's bark is this really deep "Buhf" sound, and they will continue with their expression of displeasure long after the object in question has left their sight.

They really love chasing deer, though Skeeter was once almost killed by one when it turned on him and started chasing him. Scylla doesn't chase them much since she's a coward. We usually have to keep them on leashes because otherwise they'll run off and won't come back for at least a half hour no matter how much you call them.

But, no matter how much they annoy me, I still love them and there's nothing better than cuddling up to a warm sleeping dog.

My book

Most people don't know this about me, but I am in fact a writer. As a matter of fact, I just finished the first draft of my first book, and I am going through it and improving it as I go. I think the reason most people don't know that I write is because I'm so shy about it. I really don't enjoy speaking about my writing, because I never feel I know how to express it.

For example, my book is about a girl who falls through an enchanted gate into a world where she is a prophesied warrior, and she must defeat the leader of the demons in order to restore peace to the world.

Now, if I had tried to say that out loud, I doubt it would have sounded as good. I just don't enjoy talking about my writing, which is something I'll have to get over.

I really enjoy writing though. I have several other ideas for stories and novels, which I have just jotted down. Perhaps eventually people might want to read more about my books, but for now, I'm unknown. Which I think is good.

Hey people

Though I sound kind of serious, I'm really a kooky person. Thus, I will be posting little weird things here and there, like a comic strip I've been working on and random things that I find funny.

Feel free to laugh.